We got a sermon built around good works alone will not save you, and then followed up by what a shame Daddy wasn't "saved." My father was the kindest, most gentle man you could ever meet. Would give you the shirt off his back, if you needed it, even if it was his last. Grew up during the Great Depression; no one he knew ever went without food, be it man or beast. And would you believe this "preacher" was our cousin? Yeah, I'd lay odds he voted for Trump, too. All I knew I sat there and cried tears of anger. My girlfriend came up and held me, as I held my Mother. I couldn't believe our cousin was doing this to us. He knew my Dad; accepted his help whenever he needed it. I rode to the cemetery with my friends. They were all so mad. So was I. I went in to the funeral knowing I wouldn't agree with a lot, 'cause I'm Pagan, but I went with an open mind and open heart... but I didn't expect to hear my Dad, who opened my whole world to me, abased in such a way. To this day, I won't have anything to do with that side of the family. They call themselves charismatic evangelicals; I just call them RWNJs!
Sorry, this just hit a chord with me today. I've been missing my Dad a lot lately, yet so glad he's not here to see what's happening to the country. Your message just opened the door to one more memory.
BTW... I vote for the chair, too! 
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