It happened again...

[BrokenQuill92]

You old hands know my story. I'm your resident blindie. You also know my dad is a deacon at a Penecostal church here in Cleveland. Well me being daddy's girl and wanting to make him happy I decided it wouldn't hurt anything to go to church with him this past Sunday. We were supposed to go first of the year but got a bug. Anyway I sat at the back because my bible is on my phone and I didn't want to be a distraction and I'm already quite obvious in a church of only 40 people. Pastor Singleton whom I normally get along with quite well, and I never thought would embarrass me, did the usual pass the plate, then call to altar. Well in such a small church no one actually comes to the altar. He just comes down the rows. My mother stood up. He comes over to her and I thought he was going say some simple generic bless Sister Sample and her family blah blah... But NO!! He goes on! "Call down a healing on her child! That this infirmity cease. Blah blah. God did not intend blah blah" Well my ears were ringing with rage. I was humiliated. I remember white flashing in front of me. Somehow I made it outside and to the car by myself. And I guess he let church out early after I stormed out. They found me by the car. I think I yelled something about not being anyone's Tiny Tim and they could find their inspiration porn elsewhere. I'm big time at the end of my rope for dealing with with religious people looking down on me. Im not less than anyone. Any advice on how to deal with this more calmly?