This blog is about my healing. Plain and simple. My hope is to allow anyone in a similar situation to realize that they don't have to be stuck. If you feel a need to go deeper into your faith, by all means, find a church that will help you do that. Only you know what your needs are, don't let a pastor tell you what you should need or make you feel guilt or shame for needing anything. The Crossing Church has left me feeling battered and bruised in a back alley, their back alley.
Sunday, May 6, 2012
Without a trace of irony I can say I have been blessed with brilliant enemies. I owe them a great debt, because they redoubled my energies and drove me in new directions. E. O. Wilson
The irony of today just hit me.
My last days in the cult climaxed with me being left in my car, crying, (see my first blog) by a "pastor" at the Crossing. Today, as I left church crying, in a mad rush just to get away...a pastor followed me to my car to make sure I was OK. Even though I was in no shape to talk and couldn't look him in the eye, and he was due to preach any second - - he stood outside my car and prayed for me, wished me well and expressed care and concern over my well being. As the irony of today settles in, it makes me feel peaceful. It gives me hope that everything will really be alright.