All I can say is that leaving a church is like leaving a family.
Especially when it’s their fault.
Your friends, your fellow believers, the one group of people that are supposed to support you, betrayed you.
They talked behind your back, they lied to you.
This is not the word of Christ.
They deserve it.
But it still feels awful to leave.
I was baptised here.
I was blessed here.
Countless bible readings, hymns, smiles, laughs, friendships.
It is a part of me.
It is my congregation.
It is my family.
And I will always be a child of God, but…
A foster family is not the same.
I grew up with this church.
Same congregation, same family.
How can I leave?
How can I become an orphan?
How can I live with their betrayal?
Christ will guide me, but…
I can’t go.
What about all I have to do?
I would have been in the choir.
Operated the slideshow from the back.
I would have done so many things.
My family…
Now maybe I understand why my father is an atheist.
You escape this.
A second family is too much pain.
I can’t bear to leave.