HAVANA TIMES — A friend and I went to a Christian party. We weren’t exactly invited. The pastor wanted the gathering filmed, and another friend of ours asked us to help in the recording as a favor.
I had no objections, because I respect all of the world’s religions, so I decided to lend my friend a hand at the party.
I won’t deny I felt a little uncomfortable. From the moment we set foot in the courtyard of the house, the people there began to look at us as though we weren’t normal. They looked at us, rather, as though we were a species about to become extinct.
Used to these kinds of attitudes in society, I sat down at one of the benches out on the courtyard and began to observe everything around me. Shortly afterwards, the pastor showed up and began greeting those present. After a long time, she approached us with two, young Christian men (she already knew who was filming the gathering).
She made us stand in a circle. At the time, I didn’t know that was part of the gathering.
In a low tone of voice, she began to pray and asked the Lord to save the lost sheep of the flock. I assumed the ones who were “lost” were my friend and I, who, without charging anyone a single cent, were there doing them a favor.
I almost burst out laughing. My friend and I would look at one another and smile. We couldn’t do much else but laugh to ourselves.
I wonder: who told the pastor my friend and I were sheep, and lost, for that matter? Where did she know us from to assume we were people who needed the Lord’s help?
We finished filming the gathering. The pastor addressed a number of beautiful closing words to her sheep.
Unexpectedly, her cell phone began to ring. It was the pastor’s husband. She put the phone on speaker and, from the United States of America, the pastor greeted everyone. When I heard the man’s voice, I suddenly felt as though in a Michael Jackson concert, because the sheep who weren’t lost wouldn’t stop screaming with excitement.
To conclude, the pastor made a girl go around the courtyard with a small sack in one hand, to collect money from those present, row by row.
This made me think the pastor was also part of the flock, and that she was a rather shameless sheep.