True story: My dad passed away June 21 and I…

True story: My dad passed away June 21 and I opt to stay with my mom the following week including two Sundays. My wife went back to Memphis. I took her to COG Sunday and the Holy Spirit moved in an old fashion way. The altars were fill with seekers and the pastor was laying hands on people.

I went forward to stand in for someone. The power of God was there and soon mom in her walker was at the altar and she was prayed for. I grabbed the walker and dance with all my might and mom took off down the isle with her walker to the back of the sanctuary and back to the altar. It was a wonderful service and the pastor didn’t get a chance to preach.

The next Sunday my mom didn’t want me to go to church. She kept telling me I didn’t have to go because of her. I could go visit another church which I was accustomed to do when back home.

I took her to church, sit in her regular bench. My brother came and sat between us. The pastor was on a short vacation and a lady filled in for the pastor. A special worship leader from the Nashville area led the worship. It was contemporary music in the style of Todd Bentley. There was no congregational participation. My mother kept her head down and fumbled with her church bulletin.

I was politely informed before the service that the camera would record anything I would do in the service. I did not get the hint. A good friend a few years older than me pulled me aside and attempted to tell me what would be going on in the service and he said he himself would be leaving after Sunday School. I still didn’t get the hint.

The old people are dying out. My dad is now gone and out of the way, soon my mom will follow. Last week an 85 year old church man died.

I did keep quiet during the service. I made no disturbance. Everybody expected me to do something. They expected it.

That Sunday I knew the COG at Locust Street, McMinnville was gone. Doubtfully I will never go back.

This is a sad story! My dad is in heaven and the Church will keep on going waiting for everyone else to die.