Remember the church which I thought was the best candidate for “home” here in Baltimore? Well, I just found out last Sunday that the interim pastor is an open Freemason. And not just any Mason, but Grand Marshal of the Maryland Lodge. (So says he.)
I most definitely do not want to be worshiping in the context of compromise with an ambiguously Deistic secret society whose ancient rituals contradict the essentials of Christian doctrine, so I think we can forget that church.