There was a time whenever my sister would come home to visit my parents would urge her to attend church with them. Eventually, they stopped. The problem was that when we were growing up, we had a series of remarkable preachers – people who inspired us and changed the way we looked at the world. When we were raising our own children, our pastor shook hands with everyone after the service, and when it was my turn, I'd sometimes say, “Man, I hate you...” because he'd just spent an hour telling me things I would have preferred not to hear.
You nailed it...again! Thanks