This is why I don’t go to Church

<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> Normal 0 false false false EN-US X-NONE X-NONE MicrosoftInternetExplorer4 </xml><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> </xml> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-priority:99; mso-style-qformat:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:11.0pt; font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"; mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} </style> It was another Sunday morning; the morning was as still as if it was an airless world. It was dappled with fading shadows and brief strands of golden light. However, a big part of the sky looked gray with murky white clouds. That morning inspired him an inquisitive yet very hopeful feeling of a ‘good’ day. He had to tap into his bottom calm and his perfect self-absorption as he dressed in his flawless white suit. He knew that the fate of this day heavily depended on his demeanor. He called after his wife to find him in the car that his congregation had bought him. He walked to his Mercedes Benz, through a few coins of struggling sunlight that contained no warmth.  

John was not just any preacher; he was a smart preacher who had inexplicable talent of preaching. When he preached, an inspiration worked through him letting words flow carefully and easily like an old music recording. He brought new meaning to strange symbols that blazed in the lives of his congregation. He was always filled with a sly, quiet excitement when he saw the implicit trusting faces of his congregation. Little did they know that his messages always contained concealed meaning that had very shattering revelation! They had become unwilling victims of human indifference and they did not have any iota of that reality.

Like many other ‘preachers’ who had turned to religion to earn a living, John had embraced it as a job to enhance his lifestyle. He did not have any divine vacation of taking the saved straight to heaven. He was a fraud and a con, who guided that secret as if it was the truest revelation of devil himself. However, no one could ever guess that since he was ordinarily graceful in his godliness out of pure caution and timidity. He always found his victims feeling plain, clumsy and exhausted from frittering themselves on unnecessary worries of this world. John had a purposeful expression as he bristled his words with comforting advice, harboring dark desires.

John had chosen to carefully pass threatening messages to his unsuspecting victims instead of giving hope to salvation. In reality, his messages were shallow and they lacked spirit in them, which is what was really needed. He was one of the revealed ‘ministers’ by 2^nd Corinthians 3:6 of the Holy Bible, by whom the world was warned of. John had chosen to create hell of heaven by trying to establish an idyllic religion, which had proved impossible since history of man. As he walked into ‘his’ church, he found his ready congregation who were filled with blinded by passion of faith. He was in control of people who had chosen to waste themselves in vain ambitions.