When my husband and I were looking for a church we visited one evening service. The pastor asked us to stand while the entire congregation filed past us with plastered smiles and limp handshakes. While they were doing so it became obvious to me that I was the only woman in the building wearing slacks. The pastor then launched into as sermon about how women should dress as women and men should dress as men. Needless to say, we determined never to go back. That should have been the end of it, but the following Saturday at precisely 9:00 AM, the pastor and a bishop, both wearing suits, showed up unannounced at our home to talk to us about “proper church membership”. We politely informed them we were not going to be joining that church. The following Saturday he was back! This time we didn’t answer the door so he left a book in side the screen door.
I have been in church most Sundays for the last 69 years. I have never encountered anything like that place.
JW?