A Quiet Roar: Sometimes Disruption Is Overdue

At a Baptist Church in the deep south male leaders are taking turns filling the pulpit in the absence of a pastor.Two weeks before Easter one of the leaders--an eighty-year-old millionaire--looks out over the congregation of sixty people. Ive decided not to teach this morning he declares. Rather Im going to make an announcement. And its going to upset many of you. But at this point I honestly dont care; Im angry. The two previous pastors have nearly destroyed our church. So Ive decided to do something about it. Before I make my announcement I should remind you that my brother when he was still alive and I built this church building on our property with our money. The agreement at the time was that when my brother and I are deceased the deed to the property and all the buildings will transfer to the church. But Im not dead. And I still hold the deed to the property. Therefore Ive made a unilateral decision. And theres nothing anybody can do about it.Eyebrows all across the auditorium instantly lifted.In two weeks from now on Easter Sunday Im bringing in a lady pastor. Im going to pay her salary. Im going to furnish her a home and a car. All Im going to tell you at the moment is that shes a widow and she has served as a long-time missionary in Africa. The old man paused and pointed an aged finger toward the foyer. If you dont like my decision you know where the doors are.