Sunday
afternoon, self-anointed Rev. Earnest B. Tass attacked our Sunday school
picnic.
We were at the
swimming hole area of the Metroparks, rather than on the church property,
combining our church Olympics competition with a rib cook-off and baptism
service. Later, after studying security videos from businesses around town, we
realized that not only were the BoBs that got into town stopped at the edge of
church property, but so was Tass.
He couldn't step foot onto Neighborlee Gospel Church property, any more than he was able to get past the gate of Divine's Emporium. Talk about holy ground being a real, defensive phenomenon.
Pastor Rocky stepped onto the sand of the little beach between the snack shack and the swimming hole, and held out a hand to Tami Lee Trumble, who was about to be baptized. He had on boat shoes, and walked right into the water, wearing baggy swimming shorts and a muscle shirt. Tami's parents were standing to the right, holding a beach towel and waiting for her to come up out of the water, and the deacons were standing to the left, with my Pop holding a towel for Pastor Rocky. I had a front row seat, with my wheelchair right on the edge of the grass, because sand wasn't too friendly to my wheels.
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