Mom calls me this morning. Chatting, just chatting about my oldest son's birthday yesterday (he turned 12 and we took him to dinner and a good time was had by all), about my sister, about us and the kids going out to California this summer to visit my parents, about when mom should be receiving her Girl Scout cookies and Mary Kay order from me. I related how after the sermon at church my son tried to invite a friend out to his birthday dinner. I like my son's friend but we had already told my son that his dinner was going to be family only. Mom and I continue to chat about this when she comes back with "What do they teach you at that church you're going to? I'm just wondering about that. Tell me what the sermon was about last Sunday."
Ok, so I tell her the pastor was talking about speaking in tongues and I parapharsed some of the scriptures he used. "Oh", says my mother who goes on the say that she didn't think the pastor knew the true meaning of speaking in tongues and wonders of what the pastor said was bible based. I told my mother that everything the pastor said about speaking in tongues was bible based and we looked up scriptures along with it. I told her the pastor didn't use any book but the bible during his sermon.
"Oh really" says my mother, "I just wanted to know if your church is actually telling the truth about speaking in tongues because we actually believe it's something quite different from what your pastor told you."
"I know" I said "and I like going there."
"Why?" says my mother.
"Because the church is inclusionary instead of exclusionary" I said.
"What does that mean?" says my mother.
"They don't believe they are the only ones that are going to be saved." I said.
Then my mother says something to the effect that yes the jws believe they are the only ones that will be saved and says a quick good bye.