I happened to be standing nearby when an outside contractor, out of the goodness of his heart, approached a fellow worker and invited him to his church. The fellow worker is a known problem-drinker and actually, probably could use some discipline in his life.
Anyhow, after a gushing account about how vibrant his church is and what a great guy the preacher is, he said that the Lord moved him to speak with the problem-drinker. Well, I'm feeling left out, neglected, dejected and finally chimed in. "Hey, doesn't the lord care about me?" He says, " you're always smiling and happy. I figure you're alright."
I'm thinking, yeh, I'm smiling and happy BECAUSE I made my escape from all of that self-deception. But, I don't want to rain on anybody's parade and I manage to keep my mouth shut.
I actually suggested to the drinker that it might be a good thing. Are you guys going to crucify me for that?