It's been a year...
Tomorrow marks one year since the church told us we weren't welcome anymore. Someone who didn't even take the time to get to know our hearts decided that we weren't fit for ministry anymore. Someone who demanded submission and following without question... Someone who wouldn't listen to other points of view... Someone who denied that there was anything harmful taking place within the church... Someone who carefully curated his public presence and carried secrets behind closed doors... I thought I would ache less after a year. I don't. Not really. It's different, but I wouldn't say that I hurt less. This year has been so heavy. I've had nightmares of churches I loved turning their backs on me in the most malicious ways. I've lost sleep. I've been sent reeling for days after spending an hour in a church building for my daughters' piano recital. The church believes it is doing the right thing by protecting the inside from anything that feels th...