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Back in the 80s, I was watching the very unhonorable Reverend Jim Bakker preach one day on television — you keep your friends close, your enemies closer kind of thing— and he was talking about a worship service, not his, where a young woman, a teenager, stood up and started moving and swaying and dancing, so moved she was by God’s glory and the message she was receiving. This pastor, a fundamentalist, Bakker mentioned, believed that dancing leads to impure thoughts and is an affront to the Almighty.
“He called her out in church,” Bakker told his congregation. “He brought the young woman to tears. He made her feel ashamed, ashamed of her love and passion for her faith. And if that’s God, if that’s Jesus,” he continued, “I don’t want him.”
I know, right? Associate Supreme Court Justice Samuel Alito is a cat person, General Secretary of the Central Committee of the Communist Party of the Soviet Union Yuri Andropov liked Duke Ellington, and Jim Bakker had a working heart.
There’s no telling about people sometimes.
Which leads me to this:
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