Flouting God's Word

This is post 11 of Section IV. To begin at the beginning, go here. Section II begins here. Section III begins here. Section IV begins here.

In the parking lot Frank stopped at his vintage purple MG, withdrew an item from his little blue gym bag, and waved it at Sheba, who laughed approvingly. Then he strolled to the mouth of the driveway, leaving Sheba by the car. As Frank approached, another car gunned its engine, accelerating past Grout, who smacked his leaflets angrily against his free hand and strode after the car, aiming to accost the passengers.
Frank distracted him. “Oh Mitchell,” he called, waving. “Over here!”
Grout crossed the driveway opening, apprehension writ large on his coarse features. “I have a right to be here, you know,” he said. “People have a right to know how this ‘church’ is flouting God’s holy word.”

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