The thing about the rags makes sense.  Thinking back to my dream.  Jesus took the rags and made something useful.  A suit jacket.  Then he put it on himself.  I had meant to post about my dream earlier, but kept getting interupted.   Then I read the following. 

"  I was looking down and saw an old, worn out suit. I could see it was dusty (not that it had been in a closet for a long time-rather that it had been worn out from use)"  
I keep getting down about what is taught in my branch.   I think that I am the only one who believes the teaching that I grew up with.  I do not think that I am better than anybody else. Every time I am asked to give the invocation, I always end with these words.  "Please make us what You created us to be.  As a church, as a congregation, and as individuals".  I love the people here    and theylove me.  Years ago, God told me "This is the church that I want you to serve me in, until further notice."   I have done so as faithfully as I can.  Still I am a sinner that dares not to throw stones.  I am one of the old rags, longing to be a part of something wonderful.  I don't think that God ever gives up on any of us.  I hope not.