1/2 godly words and a little $$$

So we welcome politicians into our churches. No problem in that. In fact they should be welcome. But when we give such men our pulpits we best be sure that we know them well. There is no need of welcoming to our pulpits men we know don't keep their word, are needlessly violent or even engaged in criminal activities.

Even when they carry wads of cash we must not allow them to assuage their guilty conscience by donating to our projects. For such sacrifices can never clear the conscience (Heb. 9:9)

When we give them our pulpits to speak half-godly words simply because we seek their donations then we pander to their vanity and so fail to point them to the Saviour who alone can cleanse a guilty conscience(Heb.10:22).

We must tell them that they are welcome-but only as part of the listening, worshipping congregation. And if they must donate, let us accord them the same treatment as other donating congregants; perhaps a brief salutary acknowledgment of their presence but no more.
Christ must remain the only VVIP in our congregations.

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