Why he's no longer the head.

Many years ago, in the late 90s, I was attending a Women's Conference at the church I attended. The place was packed, so my seat was at the back.  Before the service began, my pastor and a man walked through the front door and walked up the middle of the aisle.  The man had no head. I wasn't startled because God has shown me many a weird thing.  Now, mind you, I was usually early and the Pastor and his wife were always early. He normally entered the sanctuary through the side door. Once worshipers gathered or the service started, I never saw him come up the middle aisle. Once, he and the headless man went through the sanctuary, and through the door leading downstairs. Later, after service, while I was downstairs handling whatever I was supposed to handle, the pastor stopped me to introduce me to the man.  By then, the man had a head. When he shook my hand, anger flashed through me.  I was shocked.  The pastor looked at me puzzled because he noticed the quick flash of anger on my face.  It wasn't may anger.  I didn't know the man.  He had not offended or disrespected me in any manner.  God told me that it was His anger that I felt.  I went on and put the experience in the back of my mind.  

Fast forward about three weeks. The pastor send another Elder and I to a three-day Church planting course at ITC.  There was a man there, who I didn't recognize, that I ended up paired up with for lunch a couple of times. He mentioned that he had attended the Women's Conference a few weeks earlier and he went on to ask me who the ladies were that lead Praise service at the Women's conference, which I answered not with their names but with their statuses and positions in the church, but I still didn't recognize him. The other Elder changed groups and went with us. We were all married. I sat in the back seat and teased the man about the earring I found in the seat. You know the old-time teasing about a woman leaving one earring in the back seat of a man's car.  They laughed and he stated that he had a wife and two or three daughters. He didn't seem to have a job but traveled around the South, attending conferences and church services. 

The final day, the class participants had to break into groups and create a church, every aspect of the church, and a worship scenario.  When we returned from our groups to make our presentations, his group was frustrated with him. They explained that they created the church and made him pastor, but had to fire him and "run him out of town" because  he couldn't decide how many children he had.  At some point in the "creating a church" assignment, he kept changing his mind about how many daughters he had. They became frustrated with him and fired him in their practice church.  As soon as the group finished explaining the situation, God opened my eyes and explained the headless man. 

God said to me that the man was the headless man He showed me weeks earlier at church. God went on to tell me that He showed the man to me as headless because God no longer considered him the head of the household/marriage because the man was married but traveled from place to place looking for church women to have affairs with, particularly praise and worship leaders. Then, I became alarmed, realizing that he had been at that Women's Conference to scope out the ladies on the Praise Team. How he ended up in the course with the other Elder and I still escapes me.  Maybe, the pastor told him the plan to send the two of us there and this guy signed up for it.  Maybe, it was a coincidence.  He was the only one at the course that was there alone, as in, no one else was there with him from his church, whereas all other participants attended the three-day course in groups of two, three or more from their church fellowship. 

He was headless because God no longer considered him the head of his household/marriage because he was a cheater.  Cheater, cheater, pumpkin-eater as Gayle would say.  We are expected to mature into a position of long-suffering (Galatians 5), but not forever suffering, like God, who has a limit.   God has a limit, so should everyone else.     

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