Mar 29, 2007 08:51
I feel a little better about the church thing today. Frosty talked to the mom of the family whose house the boys go to omost Saturdays for Sabbath. These people, while they're into the "Hebraic Roots" thing and think that this "rabbi" guy is wonderful, aren't really into the apostolic nonsense. They're "feet on the ground" people, simple ranchers/homesteaders. While the talk didn't go well at first, in the end she understood that the issue was not that Frosty had a problem with the boys learning/following this "Hebrew" stuff so much as she felt that the boys needed to honor their mother as well as their father. The light finally dawned, thank God, and they are going to try to keep ex's feet on the ground and they're going to explain to the boys that, while they hold these certain beliefs, it doesn't mean that God will be angry with them if, for instance, they eat a shrimp or some bacon. Hopefully, they'll remember this going forward...
This doesn't solve the problem of the church itself, of course, but thankfully said church is an 8-hour drive away. Frosty's ex is poor; he doesn't have the money to drive to/stay in Denver for anything but the major holidays. We are concerned about a camp that the boys are going to going to that's run by this church...but some things are just out of our control.
But, having "categorized" the church properly now, knowing that we are in fact dealing with a fringe apostolic church in a "Hebrew" disguise, we are better informed as to what to be "on guard" for. I feel better armed now, knowing ahead of time some of the nonsense that the boys are likely going to hear. If we know what they're hearing, we'll be better able to counteract it with some good old common sense. So, feeling better today on that front. We'll see how things go going forward.
In other news, I've just about finished formatting "Redemption." I just have to insert the illustrations and...it'll be done. So, MAYBE I'll be able to post it up sometime tonight... :D Yay for moving on!
redemption,
that church what i hate