I gave up on the Methodists years ago. Mr. Mercat was raised Methodist so when we got married, I tried to get him interested in going again. He was not but a few years later, the Easter after his father died, we took his mother to Easter services. The lady minister did not, in the entire service, mention Jesus or the Resurrection. Now, last Saturday, we went to a small central Kansas town for a funeral. It was in a lovely Methodist Church with a marvelously timbered roof, stained glass windows and a full pipe organ. That lady minister was quoting scripture and praying to Jesus with a radiant look on her face which told me that she was a truly righteous person. So there are pockets of faith.
I was raised Baptist. When I married my Methodist wife years ago we went to a small town, conservative God-fearing Methodist Church. After a few years of showing her where her tithes went and after a couple months of a new pastor that caused the small membership to dwindle I got her in a rock solid Southern Baptist Church. She could not believe the difference and we haven’t looked back. I just wished I had pressed more early on to get her there from the get go.
“lady minister” - a whole other methodist problem right there. not denying she’s righteous, just the sad state that there’s no man shepherding the church there righteously.