We even held communion services, using peanut-butter sandwiches and grape soda for the sacraments.
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I remember Sandy, a fierce 10th-grade convert. While out on a "harvesting trip" at the local mall, she once chose to literally soil herself rather than locate a restroom and risk letting the couple she was preaching to escape. Later on, during an emotional prayer meeting at the church, she stood up to testify, stating ecstatically, "I wet my pants for Jesus!"
Not once did anyone suggest that perhaps she was losing perspective.
Will our Arminian friends agree with me, seeing how by their theology one can scare people away from Christ by wetting themselves?
Comments like these tell me something about the agenda of the author of the article:
The same huge parking lot--which once seemed unfillable, even by the large numbers of people attending services 17 years ago--is packed with cars bearing anti-choice bumper stickers and glib slogans: "Life without Jesus is Hell."
I suggest that if he's looking for a Church that he can feel comfortable in, that he contact Bishop Gene Robinson for a recommendation.