Boiling

There are two thongs that make my blood boil: injustice and events in Gods house.

This blog will focus on the second.
At the educational institution I attend we are required to attend general asemblies, some of these assemblies take place in the university church. Since it's a requirement usually everyone on campus attends and proceeds to try to find a seat next to their friends in the three minutes before the service starts. As you can imagine there is a large amount of yelling and talking on cell phones and standing on pews, but that doesn't bother me as much as what I watched happen tonight. A young woman theology major came into the sanctuary with 3 of her friends. Credit was being given for the biblical series going on, but since the meetings began at 7pm not a lot of people were showing up. This theology major and her friends sat two rows in front of me in the middle of the sanctuary.
The service begins with a hymn, while everyone is singing this rather large deacon dressed in jeans and a t-shirt enters the pew behind my friend, taps her on the shoulder and proceeds to loudly reprimand her for bringing the tea she was sipping into the sanctuary. Everyone in the 4 rows around them heard this conversation and all stared as the man grabbed her cup from her hand walked to the back of the sanctuary and tossed it.

Two minutes later she and all her friends left.

How would that make you feel?