Digging in the Dirt

I just listened to a TV preacher give a "men's service." I don't usually pay any attention to TV preachers, but the cadence and theatrics of this one gave me pause. As did the crowd; I have never seen that many men, in one place, paying attention to someone who wasn't moving a ball down 10 yards of sweat-soaked grass.

I was listening to him with interest, right up until the place in his sermon where he intimated that the men in the crowd shouldn't talk to their wives about the things God was whispering to them in the night, lest their road to salvation be "contaminated" (yes, I am quoting here) with her doubts. Uh-Huh. However, he lost me completely when he brought forth the analogy of the seed. He asserted that men were seeds, and that all the "dirt", all of the evil, cruel, and criminal things that the men had in their past was merely God's way of getting them to grow into the men they should be.

I don't mean to cross God, but I am hoping he sends me a man who was grown hydroponically.