I Asked the 'Pastor' Why He Was Fornicating

By J. Grant Swank Jr. (09/01/2006)

In this same two-week stay in Nova Scotia, I confronted the United Church of Canada pastor-in-training in our village. He used to preach biblical truth. Now he has backslidden.

He preaches the demonic United Church liberalism — pro-homosexuality, no hell, no sin, moral relativism, universal salvation, Jesus not divine, Bible not divine, and so forth.

All the heresies have found their house in the United Church of Canada alongside the Canadian Anglican Church. The nation is in poor shape spiritually.I confronted this local minister-in-training on the parsonage side porch.

I asked him why he no longer preached the Bible.

I asked him how he could turn his back on Christ and the simple tidings of the gospel. With that, he became enraged and ordered me off his property.

Of course, I was not on his property. I was standing on the parsonage porch which belongs to the congregation. However, I obviously knew I was not welcome; therefore, I hastily left the porch. Nevertheless, before opening my van door, I called back: “And how is it that you, a minister, could live with another man’s wife for 14 years?”

That was fact.

Chuck lived with another man’s wife for 14 years. The village church knew that when they called him to their pulpit. Once in awhile the woman would show up on a Sunday for a church service. Chuck informed the villagers that his “honey” would never stay overnight in the village parsonage; but she did. As time wore on, Chuck compromised his promise. Of course, the next question which should come to any moralists’ mind is this: How could a local church tolerate such outright evil?

But they did.As I asked him how he could live with another man’s wife, Chuck charged off the porch headed in my direction.

I knew he would slug me.

I darted for my van. Just as I closed the van door, I noted the driver's side window was wide open. There he stood, ready to punch me.

I knew him to be a rough and tough alcoholic at one time; though he is now an avid enthusiast for Alcoholics Anonymous, I know that to scratch his veneer one can quickly discover the ready-to-punch-your-lights-out rumbler.

I could not find my van keys. With him standing alongside my open window, breathing heavily toward me, I emptied my pockets.

No keys.

I looked on the van floor.

No keys.

Presently, the minister-in-training left my van to return to his porch. That allowed me to open the van door. Looking back at the van driver’s seat, I spied my keys. I had been sitting on them!

My van never stalls. However, when I put the key in the ignition, the van stalled four times. All the while, the man on the porch glared at me. Finally, the van started and I drove down the church drive onto the main village road.

God had told me earlier in the day to confront Chuck about his spiritually lost soul. I told God that I disliked confrontations. God told me that it was my mission to confront him about his tawdry “ministry.”

I prepared myself a cup of tea. It did not taste good. I knew why. With that, I told God I would return to the village parsonage and if the door was open, I would park my van there, walk up to the door and knock.The parsonage door is rarely wide open.

That afternoon it was particularly wide open. I then followed through with what God had instructed me to do. I felt like Jonah running away from Ninevah, only to retrace his way to Ninevah, not wanting to suffer the consequences!

Upon arriving back in my house, the phone rang. I answered it. The caller immediately hung up. It could be none other than Chuck checking on me or wanting to say something caustic to me, only to cancel that out at the last second.

The Kennetcook village church has had very few biblical preachers since the denominations' merger in 1925. That was when Methodist, Congregational and Presbyterian denominations combined to form the United Church of Canada.

The pastor prior to Chuck knew nothing about her Bible. She told the local Bible teacher, “I should go to your Bible studies for I really don’t know the Bible.” She was a minister-in-training but, thankfully, has left her goal of ordination.

A minister prior to her was found drunk in the pulpit on a Sunday morning. The men of the congregation had to lead him out of the sanctuary into the parsonage.

Now we have this man Chuck who has been fornicating with another man’s wife for 14 years. In recent months, he finally married the woman. But something is off-kilter with the marriage. She is not living in the parsonage, assuming her divine calling as pastor’s wife. She obviously does not have a burning desire to visit parishioners, pray with those in the village, conduct any sort of Bible studies or even live alongside her husband.

The devil always pays up. His wages of sin is death, according to the Bible. Therefore, Chuck is collecting his.In the meantime, in this village where there is only one church — long ago given over to the work of the dark powers — there lives a man who sees visions of heaven. That reminds me that in the Latter Times there will continue a righteous remnant as in Noah’s Day.

So it is.

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Welcome back Pastor, and kudos.

Jeff