We were kids growing up in the sixties and we had a Freddie. Freddie pulled out a twenty-dollar bill and waved it in my face. I asked, “Freddie, where did you get that money? “He said, “I stole it from the old woman who owns the store.” The next day I could see a different expression on his face as he sat in a police cruiser. It was obvious a life of crime should not be something he should aspire to.
I liked Freddie and considered him a friend, but there were places I just couldn’t go with him.
Do you know even a church has a Freddie? But you can’t go along with someone like him.
Now we command you, brothers, in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ, that you keep away from any brother who is walking in idleness and not in accord with the tradition that you received from us.
Give it some thought.
Gary