I've Had Bad Luck With Preachers Lately.

Today I attended a funeral.  The deceased was Aunt Dar (full name: Darlene Ann Corporon; not a relative by blood, but a dear friend), mentioned previously.


The presiding reverend for the service was one Reverend Brad Singleton.  He opted to use Aunt Dar's funeral as a pulpit to witness for Christ.


I knew Dar well.  He didn't (to the point he kept pronouncing her last name "Cor-porn" - it's "Cor-por-ron").  She was NOT a very religious person in life.  She would not have appreciated someone using her funeral to preach for their religion.


It's in bad taste to use someone's death as a jumping-off point to go on about "making Jesus the master of your life".  Particularly if you can't even get that person's name right.


At my brother's wedding, the deacon performing the service used his opening remarks to make veiled but clear attacks against gay marriage.  I managed to hide my disgust at seeing my brother's most important moments used for political ranting, but it was a hard row to hoe.


There's a fine line between incorporating God into every aspect of your affairs and being an asshole for Christ, and these men seem to be masters at crossing it.


Rest in peace, Aunt Dar.  I hope that jackass didn't disturb your crossing.