Hurt By Church

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I had an unusual conversation Friday night.  A friend of mine (I’ll call him Redleg) and I were together with a man who was hurt by the church – and he’s not going back.  He was very open about it and I found the dialogue very interesting.  It sounded like he was very active in a large church at some point, but now he isn’t.  In fact, his theology has totally changed to a “many roads lead to God” type of belief system, and he admittedly doesn’t care about eternity.  At some point, he let it slip that it all hinged on how the church reacted to his divorce.  A linchpin.  He got hurt and that was it.

Nothing was solved.  We listened and tried to encourage him before our time together was over.  I’ve heard about people such as this, and quite frankly, I’ve been disillusioned by church over the past couple of years also.  In fact, my family is winding down a year long search for a new place of worship.  So I could totally sympathize with his resentment toward how he was treated.  But whatever happened caused him to abandon his faith and that makes me sad.

The thing I’m still wondering about  happened after he had left though.  Redleg and I honed in on two totally different aspects of the man’s dilemma.  I lamented how the church reacted while Redleg felt as though the man was running from truth.  I know the Bible is firmly against divorce, as am I.  I further know that we need to speak truth and be a light to those around us.  But I couldn’t help think that if the confrontation had been handled in love, this man might not be floundering in his faith.

Somehow, truth and love have to coexist.  Is the modern church doomed if they can’t?  Redleg is a “truther”, and I’m a “lover” – and we are still friends.  We admittedly don’t know the entire circumstance that brought this man to where his is, but isn’t it odd how two believers went totally different directions in response to it?

(photo credit: Nicholas A. Tonelli)

 

 

Birth and New Friends

I’ve been trying to think about what Virgil would be thankful for and tweeting about it this week.  (If you missed out, you are most welcome to follow him @VirgilCreech)

  1. Bugs for sure!  They’re slimy, dirty, have weird numbers of legs and eyes AND are perfect for scaring girls
  2. The Holy Trinity of boys – Filth in all three forms: Mud, dirt, and dust.
  3. Black eyes and fat lips – that’s boy make-up and nothing makes you look better

First Cover

The list goes on, but you get the point.  His thanks are as shallow as he is.  Me, I’m not much more complex. I’m thankful for my wife and four girls.  They make my life interesting, fun, and often tense.  I can’t imagine a day without them.  In September, I launched my book after sitting on it for a long time.  (The cover art for this post was a thoughtful gift from my youngest two daughters, Jenna & Kylie.)  If I wasn’t a more seasoned husband, I would say I birthed the book.  But having been in the delivery room four times, twice when I didn’t get there in time for an epidural, I won’t use that comparison.

I felt pretty nervous about putting it out there for critique.  After all, a book is perfect before someone else reads and critiques it.  The reception from friends and family has been overwhelming.  I’ve also had the honor of meeting new friends through the process, which makes the experience even more wonderful.  If you’ve read this far, I’m thankful for YOU, friend!  Page hits are nice, readers are better.  So I add that to my thankful pile – new friends.  And I feel very content.

Make sure to come back for Virgil’s big announcement December 1st – Virgil Gives Back.

Enjoy your Thanksgiving wherever you are.

God Bless,

Mark