Preacher Synonym Novels & Stories

"Then I won't have to feel so guilty about feeling so good because I'll be working hard." "Why would you feel guilty about feeling good?" Krista asked, stunned at hearing him say such a thing. "My father was a Lutheran pastor," Zach replied. "A priest!" Krista asked, her eyes wide. "You were raised by a priest?" "A pastor, a Lutheran pastor," Zach replied. "In both its Catholic and Pagan senses, a priest is a person serving as the interface between God and humans, because you can't do it directly. A Lutheran pastor is ordained to be a living example of Christ, but they are not the go-between like a Catholic priest. Pastors lead, but it is a first-among-equals thing. Nobody's kneeling or bowi

“There was one preacher who looked like Captain Ahab, long white hair tied back, booming voice. ‘The Lord will repay the wages of sin with eternal death,’ he said, staring right at me. And Dad shouted back, ‘Do you know the difference between a preacher and a psychotic?’ Then he answered his own question—‘It’s the sound of the voice they hear.’ Everyone laughed except the preacher. He puffed up like a blowfish. Then Dad said, ‘Is it true you welcome all denominations, but prefer tens and twenties?’” Bobby mimicked the preacher’s outrage perfectly. “‘You, sir, will go to hell!’” “And Dad said, ‘Which way is that? Do I turn right or go straight on?’” He glanced at me, suddenly self-conscious,

a lot in sin, and that you want to lay all your cares at his feet, then you have made the right decision, my brother or sister. The blood that was shed at Calvary, that unstained blood, is still warm and fresh. Come to him! Turn to him! Turn! Turn! Give him your life… ." Before he could finish speaking, the whole congregation was on their knees, both adults and children, praying and crying out so loudly that he had to stop and pray too. Osayo, on the compromise, remained seated as he had been before. The words remained turgid in his mind. It seemed he had not understood anything. Where was that son then that they should give him their lives? What authority did he have to demand for people’s

THE PREACHER'S SON ✝ Richee Jay✍🏽✍🏽 Episode One I sat on the front row,listening to Dad preach against sin with all act of seriousness. I could feel the word 'sin' disgusted my father, and listening to his words gave me goosebumps. Being a preacher's only child came with responsibilities and expectations. I lived by dad's rules. I rarely lied, I never stole, I read my bible every single day, just as a pastor's son should. But still, I have one problem.

Stab me in the motherfucking damn heart, why don’t you? A preacher stands up at the podium and says some words, but I can’t hear them. Not due to a fault in the amplification system or anything like that. I just can’t stand to listen to him. What does this holy man know about my mother? He probably served at the prison to offer spiritual guidance to those inmates who wanted it, but my mother was not particularly spiritual, so I doubt she would have had more than a passing interaction with this man, so what good will his words do for me? How could he possibly have anything to say that will make me feel better when he has absolutely no knowledge of my mother or our . . . complicated relationsh

Trevor and I were still dwelling in silence. We dwelled in the silence till a preacher in the bus stood up. "Hello everyone. I am Gideon an ambassador for christ. " he began. Some of the passengers were murmuring. The ones who hissed were the unbelievers like me. The preacher seemed unbotherd so he continued with his quest as the likes of Trevor paid keen attention. Preacher Gideon went on to tell his assumed congregation about the love of christ, how infinite it was and how necessary it was for sinners to reconcile with God else they'll burn in hell. After his sermon of almost thirty minutes, he asked the passengers which a few were part of his congregation now to bow their head in prayer.

I asked him “Yeah” He said “Like in a pulpit?” I asked him just to be sure we were still talking about the same kind of preacher “Yeah” He replied and I became so uncomfortable sitting down close to him “You got a church?” I asked him “Well, I have a church home, it's not my church, yeah” He replied “Wait” I said to him “You being serious?” I asked him after about a minute of silence “Yeah” He replied “Oh, Well, praise Jesus” I said as I arranged my dress properly and face the other direction “Why didn't you tell me that?” I asked him