The man was evidently a con artist. My father felt it wasn’t right. I knew it wasn’t right. But it was my first taste of this medicine. The medicine of dark emotions.
Emotions are wonderful. Yet there is a time when emotions can get the better of us. When we are not the owners of our emotions, but rather the emotions are driving us, we turn over our own logic and humanity to them.
This is what I witnessed that Sunday so long ago. I am very thankful I witnessed it. Had I not, I may have had a harder time understanding 2016.
As it turns out, the speaker that wound up the church disappeared. The pastor gave a talk the next Sunday explaining that it was unfortunate that this man gave the talk on Sunday. He apologized and informed the church that the speaker was not legit. Evidently, people were calling the speaker to give even more money but his phone wasn’t working, his address didn’t exist… they were confused and couldn’t accept that they had been scammed. So they approached the pastor, who felt he had to tell the entire church that this man was up to no good.
People seemed shocked. They were confused. How could this man with such a great message be fake?