I got on Itunes today to find some more podcast to listen to. I’m really enjoying branching out of my home church and seeing what God is doing in different places. So I running through some of the names, some I know, some I dont, when I feel like I had been blind sided.

See one of the names I found, I knew. One of the pastors I saw, rocked me a bit. When I was younger, way younger, my father worked for a pastor of a rather large church (ref. History blog). Needless to say that was the name I saw. I have to admit the first thought that went through my mind was this has to be a joke. Theres no way. I was ticked, hurt, confused. I know that I was young when everything happened but, it still effected alot of my life and my ideas on “Christian’s” as I and my family saw them. I couldn’t understand why anyone would a) let him teach again b) would listen. I mean after all he DID what he DID.

But, it brought me back to what I was being showed all day today. Grace. The importance of Grace. Today was a huge stretchingin that part of my life. It seemed to be incident after incident that just required more and more grace from me. Let me tell you, it sucked. It started with sitting at the same place for almost two hours, driving to Sullivan’s with no air in my car but still waiting when twenty people crossed the road just to turn around in the middle of the street to go back to the car! To driving past the same spot to pick someone up and them not be there. Grace was so the word of the day.

So it brings me back to Mr. Pastor, as where going to call him, yea he did some stupid things. Yes he totally shook my whole world and I’m sure added more gaps in my relationship with God than did good at the time. Does that mean he should be totally band from ever speaking Gods word? Does that mean that God took his calling away? Does that mean that we should just shun him and punish him forever for his mistake?

What if some one did that to you?