Knowledge for Church

I am in no means,going to try to be a preacher.I just want to tell every one about what I learned from my parents,about attending churches,as a a child.When I was real young,we used to attend a church,a few blocks,from our house,and we quit going to that church,because they kept asking for money,for every thing under the sun.First it was five,or ten dollars,and the next thing you know,was they wanted five hundred dollars.My parents couldn’t afford those kind of donations,but they continually kept asking,to no end.Don’t get me wrong.I attended church,later in life,but I never had any thing like that happen.My parents,in a round about way,always told us,that is why they quit going to church,and that we can believe in god,without going broke,doing it.I was taught,that it wasn’t right,that my parents got pushed away from this church,just because they couldn’t afford to go there.Another thing .When my mom died,there was another church near our house,that my father went to,to ask one of the preachers,if he could come,and speak at my mom’s funeral.This guy said he couldn’t do it,because we weren’t members,of his church.That was un real,when I heard that.The way I saw it,was ,this church had no compassion.I went,and talked to the preachers,where I went to church,and they said they would gladly do it.My mom was paralised,from the waste,down ,for about six years,before she died,from sugar diabetes.She would get real dizzy,just from sitting up.Does this sound like a woman,that could belong to that church?MY dad was so greatful,that he handed the preacher five hundred dollars,for doing this.What was ironic,was this preacher kept trying to give the money back,and my dad kept saying NO,and he finally took it.I watch JOEL OSTEEN,on line,every week,and it’s like he says.”we will make you feel right at home.”,and that’s the kind of church I like.If I don’t feel comfortable,listening to a sermon,at a certain church,I don’t go back to it.I had that happen,more than once.Just like any thing else.There are good churches,and there are not so good churches.There are good preachers,and not so good preachers.It should have not even crossed that preacher’s mind,when my dad asked him to say a few words,over my mom,to say no.My dad was reaching out,and this man of god,turned him away.Far as I am concerned,he was a fake.