Things Aren’t Right With Me

I’ve had many conversations in which is embedded the unmistakable message that since I am not “going to church”, things aren’t right with me. It’s very subtle but it’s there. I can hear it.

For those who go to church faithfully, and especially for those who work for it, it’s completely understandable why they feel that way. I admit: I was there once.

This is what I hear, often salted with pity:

1. Even though the church is a horrible place for many people, it’s the best we’ve got. In fact, it’s what God has chosen through which to do his work.
2. Because I’ve left, I’m the one with the issues.
3. If I just got over my bitterness and unwillingness to forgive, I’d humble myself and go back.
4. My departure is hurting and confusing people, which makes it a selfish move on my part.
5. This last episode reveals a pattern that just proves I’ve got a serious problem with recurring negative ramifications.

I’m the last to deny I’ve got problems or issues. But I also sometimes know when to make healthy choices.

I am visiting the church I left in April this next Sunday to see my friend Jon inducted to the pastoral charge of that church.