He had almost been asked to leave. Twice. For his angry verbal outbursts. He had been angry with me for suggesting that he let the “insults” of the others go. I had been criticized for not being a Christian for not taking his side because “God is just”. I had replied that God was, above all, merciful.
When he showed up today I was on guard, wondering what to expect. He told me about his journey of faith. He had learned over the past few weeks that it was God’s job to administer justice. It was his job to show love. As he spoke, his passion was so strong that I had to ask him if he had ever preached a sermon. That conversation was unexpected. And gratifying.