August 26, 2010
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When the Pastor Kills: Story of my Hometown
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/21134540/vp/38794527#38794527 Dateline featured my hometown on TV, a small town of 500 people. You can see pictures of where I grew up if you want to watch it.
He lived across the street from me. When I was a kid, sometimes my mom made rolls or cookies and had me take them over to him. He always felt obligated to give something back, even if it was just a pile of old useless magazines that were covered with dirt. He was a cantankerous old guy, last time he went across the border to Canada he was so feisty they kicked him out and wouldn’t let him back in. He was old-school, the kind that if you ever needed help, he would try to help you. Now he’s dead.
I have never met a paid pastor who wasn’t caught up in the trap of pride. I’m sure there are some, but I haven’t met any. They start to believe that God is on their side, and forget that actually they have to stay on God’s side, because God doesn’t change. This one took it a little farther than most.
Here is the link again: http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/21134540/vp/38794527#38794527
