A teenager came to church with his family a few months ago. His parents asked him after the service what he thought of the church.

“Why did we go to a Muslim church?”

Bewildered, his parents asked him why he thought they’d gone to a Muslim church.

“Because the pastor was dressed up like one of those Muslim preachers.”

They’d come on a day when I’d used a traditional Jewish prayer shawl during the entire sermon, explaining it’s significance and illustrating what the woman who’d been bleeding had done when she touched the “hem of Jesus’ garment.” At one point, I pulled the shawl up over my head to show how it was used when men entered the temple and that was the moment that I caught the youngster’s attention. He thought I looked like a Muslim sheik.

Last week, the family came again. His parent’s asked him what he’d thought of the service this time.

“That pastor is the leader of a cult.”

Once again bewildered, his parents asked him why he thought that.

“He kept telling us to put a tent peg through the head of people.”

I’d preached on Jael in Judges 4, illustrating how she’d driven a tent peg through the temple of Sisera, the leader of the Ammonite army. I probably spent half my time walking around with a big, yellow tent peg in my hand and had gotten down on my knees, acting out what she’d done. I’d told everyone to go out and do the same to the “Siseras” in their lives.

So, come to The Message Church, home of the Muslim cult leader.