The Reformation started because people didn’t agree with how something was going on in their lives. So this reminded me somewhat of something that I witnessed eight or nine years ago. In all the time I lived in New Jersey, I moved four times. In the second house I lived in, I had a Christian family as a neighbor. I remember them being very caring and humble but strict on their religion. The father of the family was a pope too. They had three sons and I used to play with the youngest son who was around my age. I remember that one day the family as about to leave for church. The youngest son, Andrew, was stirring a stick in the dirt, making his white shirt dirty. Then I remember his older brother coming out and reprimanding Andrew for spoiling
