Well, you can do your own detective work as I will not mention names, but the clues are here on the forum.
SL and I (en drab, for various reasons) attended a memorial service today for the child of one of our members.
The preacher (and I use the word advisedly) had several sheets of paper that he said had been given to him by the mother of the deceased. It is my considered opinion that he had not perused the "document" prior to rising to the pulpit to read it, and perhaps he had.
I will try to be as general as I can about this, but for those of us who have experienced the throes of justice under the adage of "Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned." Then you can well identify with from whence I come.
Our sister, who is in the process of parting ways with her spouse, was not only castigated at least four times directly in this manifesto, but the fact that the soon to be "ex" had previously "outed" her to any and everyone that she knew, and the "preacher" is known to have expressed his disdain for "us" as well, all came to a head at this "memorial service" for the now deceased child of this couple.
In another thread I said that few things shock me, well this is the exception, I was actually shocked by what was said, not necessarily written as it was written by the "scorned" party of this pair. That the "preacher" had not read it, or had and was party to this Baptist attempt at excommunication, lends further credence to my assessment of the hypocrisy of the church. Now, following Danielle's "Theory of Beliefs", and assuming that the "ex" had outed our sister to everyone that was there (about 50+ attendees), then they would have had to be complete idiots to not understand what was being said.
The preacher evidently forgot it was a memorial service and started preaching like it was Sunday morning. His tirade about it being good to be a hypocrite for going to church almost made me stand up and yell, "That's something that I would not brag about!!!!!"
Anyway, ladies, there is a moral here --- I will leave it up to you to figure it out.
Love you all,
Virginia