Everything I did was to protect myself, my image, from the church people. It was all about how things looked to others. And most everyone I was friendly with at church were exactly the same way. It was all about the image. “Putting on the new man” and “getting rid of the old man” were all about making yourself appear as righteous and Christian-esque as you could. It had nothing to do with actually being a Christian.
It was as much a conscious decision as it was a door that closed abruptly. It was shocking, jolting us awake and forcing us to see the world around us. When we really looked, we noticed things. We saw everything that had been distorted when filtered through the lens of evangelical Christianity. We saw people who were being overlooked and neglected by so-called caring churches.
The longer we have been uprooted– without a church home– the more cynical I find I am becoming. Cynical about church. Cynical about Christians. Cynical about those safe, pat answers and cliche little rote sayings we taught our kids and tossed around to one another at church, Bible studies, and other activities. “If it’s God’s […]