There were people who warned me that my former church was not a healthy place. They were concerned by what they heard when they listened to recorded sermons. They were alarmed when they visited the church. One friend had gone to a high school graduation ceremony for a few homeschool graduates. The pastor spoke and presented a gospel message. I cringed upon hearing the message. She heard it, too. I didn't find out that it bothered her until several weeks later. She didn't want to offend me, but finally told me. This was someone I highly respected. Listening quietly, I tried to find some truth in what she was saying. There was truth, but I brushed that aside.
Another friend had listened to some CDs of sermons. She, too, did not like what she heard and was worried for us - it written on her face.
There was one more friend. This was discussed in an earlier comment:
One lady nabbed me from our homeschool co-op to talk with her in her van. We spent about an hour talking.
She was beckoning and pleading with me to really look at what was being preached. I remember thinking at the time that she was ignorant or maybe making a big deal about nothing. Parts of what she said was true, but my mind convinced me she was going overboard. I'm eating my words now.
It's so strange to think back and try to remember what was going through my mind. There must have been enough good going on in the church that it made me overlook the red flags.
I told myself was that although I knew my friends meant well, they were not at the same place as me spiritually. Our family was moving on spiritually. We were growing and maturing in our faith. I told myself that their church was stagnant. They weren't going anywhere. They were weak Christians. We wanted pure milk, not watered-down teachings. Our sermons were refining us. This was real Christianity, not some easy-believism-type of Christianity where the tough issues of sin were ignored. There was an element of pride that we were better than them. I might have even thought that they were wasting my time by trying to talk me out of this church.
Today, I am friends with only one of the three mentioned earlier. My response created a division in our relationship, and sadly, we drifted apart.
There are some questions that I still have to this day: why did I discount the words from trusted friends - friends who had good discernment? Why did I not listen to the warning in my own heart? These are difficult questions. I feel pain when I think of these losses. These answers may never come.
When the wicked are in authority, sin flourishes,
but the godly will live to see their downfall.
Ken July 17, 2012 12:37 PM As for the guilt, it's a double-bind, really. I was horribly guilty for mistreating my parents, siblings, old-friends who hadn't "seen the light" as I had, etc., (still apologizing to this day!), but also, I was constantly dealing with a nagging guilt for being/seeming less committed to this new, "serious" church that I'd joined, and was gradually giving away more of my life to, piece by piece, friend by friend, dollar by dollar. I felt guilty for being at my families' events/parties, etc., and guilty for NOT being at them! Ug. I'm flash-backing...going to go on a walk and thank God for saving me, once again and again!
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