Published Sunday, September 23, 2012
Unfortunately, I understand there are those who participate at the dinner table in something called “Roast the preacher and the Sunday morning worship service.”
At the Sunday dinner table, some don’t carve the turkey or chicken as much as they use the “knife of criticism” to cut away at the church service they attended.
The family will come to the table and begin to tear up the worship hour: The choir song by song, the organist piece by piece, and the sermon point by point.
Mother found fault with the soloist: “She sounded as if she were yelling for help,” Mom said.
Sister thought the organist played horribly. “She must have been playing with her elbows,” Sis said.
Daddy pounced on the preacher. “When he finished that sermon, all he ended up with was a hoarse voice,” Dad said.
But Junior, who had watched all of the critics when the collection plate was passed, had something different to say: “Oh, I don’t know,” he said, “I thought it was a good show for a quarter.”