SOME HYPOCRISY WAS ON DISPLAY at the Senior Citizens Activity Center where my daughter and I visited at lunch time a few weeks ago….
If you’ve been following this story, then you know I’ve been having a few run-ins with the manager there. My purpose in visiting these healthy, active Senior Citizens is to get to know them and the Dripping Springs community. So far, the manager has warned me not to preach the Gospel, nor talk about Jesus. I’,m also forbidden to pray for or help people.
What’s a pastor to do? Keep persevering.
I brought the manager flowers a few weeks ago to mend things, though I have done nothing wrong. Because visitors are welcome there, I invited a visiting missionary family of 9 and two evangelists to join me on “Visitors Day.” Though I did caution them to talk quietly and softly about God. And they did.
Before meal time, someone is always invited to pray. I have only been invited once. Today, was “Preacher” Cody’s turn (in photo below). I had heard good things about him. He’s a lay pastor at the local Methodist church where the manager attends. He was the “resident minister” at the Senior Center before I arrived three months ago. In fact, I arrived at the Center the very week he stopped going due to his work hours changing.
Thankfully, he was a true man of God.
Here’s the rub: Before he prayed, he spoke in the microphone about the necessity of belonging to Jesus Christ and urged people to live for him. He preached out of John chapter 4, explaining that Jesus had Living Water for all, then prayed a God-glorifying prayer. In short, it was an out-and-out evangelical message, the type of message I was warned not to talk about.
I spoke with Cody briefly afterward, and it turns out before he went to the Methodist church, be went to a fellowship that met…at the same location where Hope Chapel Hill Country meets!!!
No, I haven’t asked him about the manager….yet.
But why am I forbidden to speak in the name of Jesus privately while he’s able to publicly proclaim him loudly?
I don’t know, but as long as Christ is preached, I’m happy. Still, I will get to the bottom of this.
Outside, after lunch, a little old lady asked if I could help her move a TV set for a legally blind man. I said yes. I’m there to help.
Last week, outside and after lunch, I prayed for a young woman who had an early onset of Alzheimer’s.
At the gym, another elderly lady recognized me and offered this encouragement: “It’s not what you say, it’s what you are doing.” She assured me that she knew what was going on.
Until I get this all cleared up, I’m gonna continue to do good, I’ll pray–and continue to tell people about Jesus.