The last conversation I ever had with my dad was him calling me yelling at me for "loving the gays". Apparently years ago I said something about how gay people didn't choose to be that way, how many of them know from an early ae, how they don't choose that anymore than we choose heterosexuality, how there are genetics involved, and if nothing else why would anyone choose something that would bring so much heartache into their life. That made me a "lover of the gays", I guess. I just love all people now and don't feel it's my place to judge like I did when I was an uber dub.
All he could say to me was "do you believe the Bible", not that he could quote or even relate one scripture. He's an elder and as judgemental as they come. It was a ridiculous conversation. My mom overheard and later related that she was embarrassed by it. My wife overheard and was dumbfounded. That's my dad though. He once went on and on about how nobody in the congregation should use any type of nicotine patches or anything to quit smoking because nicotine was a drug. Ironically, my dad used sugar as a drug his whole life and kept eating it over and over while doctors begged him not too and he's now on dialysis for destroying his kidneys. But God forbid someone use a nicotine patch to quit smoking. The judgemental hypocrisy in the organization, the narrow mindedness, is absolutely frightening when you consider who is actually taking the lead in many congregations.