A little personal story for anyone who cares.
My grandfather was a preacher, well loved by his parishioners. They trusted him
with their lives, their homes and their souls every day of his life. I have cousins
and uncles and old family friends who still today say things on fb like ' what a Godly
man Rev. ******* was '' . I have to roll my eyes, bite my tongue and squeeze my toes
together to not comment . Scroll and roll, right? He was actually a vicious, sick man who
physically beat at least one of his children into the hospital and sexually abused his
only female child. He was mean and hateful and dirty . But on Sunday mornings from
the pulpit he was filled with the holy spirit and spoke right to everyone's hearts.
Those people, when confronted with the truth, deny it is true. They call his children LIARS and blasphemers for saying such horrible things about a dead man of GOD.
He would put his best face forward on Sunday morning because that is what paid his bills, but it is not who he was . FWIW