Well, I just have to tell this story. It is both funny and sad.<br><br>About 18 years ago my husband and six children and I moved from the thriving metropolis of St. Petersburg, Florida to a SMALL town in East Tennessee. We were homeschooling at the time and Florida was hot on our heels, so be moved to the country so we could hide!!<br><br>We didn't know where to attend church as a Reformed Baptist Church was a little hard to find in a city where the World Headquarters of the Church of God(or maybe it was the Assembly of God), either way we finally found this small Baptist Church where the Pastor believed in the "doctrines of grace" ( I can't even remember who even sold us this bag of goods!<br><br>Anyway, after about 3 minutes I was so afraid I wanted to run out of the back door, however, I knew without a doubt at any given moment the snake handlers would be coming in the door. I was in shook, not to mention my sweet, quiet, children. Well, for what ever reason my ex-husband wanted to keep going to this church. Being the submissive wife that I am I went. One Sunday, as we waited for the pastor, someone came running in the door telling us that the pastor had been shot! Well, a little confused(which seemed to be our state of mind during those years)we finally found out that the pastor was on his way to church(while the gunman was on his way to the church to shot him) when he stopped to get some mints. The gunman ran in an shot him, accusing him of having an affair with his wife, who had previously(with the gunman) been a member of the church.<br><br><br><br>The pastor eventually had his leg amputated, and we moved back down to Florida.<br><br>Now, I always meet with the pastor and ask MANY questions before even attending a church.<br><br>Grace
