A sermon preaching passive aggression
The Pastor preached about unity while his eyes burned with hostility toward the front pew. He spoke of family values, yet his glare at Francis and me suggested we were the exception to his rule.
The sermon continued without a pause, his voice booming with practiced authority. I could feel the tension radiating from the pulpit, a distinct coldness directed solely at us.
He was weaponizing the service to make us feel unwelcome. It was a masterclass in passive aggression.