Today I made a decision. I have left my church. It was a hard one.
I know that politically, the pastor and I are on opposite sides of the fence, but really, really, I never felt that it mattered. I went there to be strengthened spiritually. But more and more, the politics crept in. It became impossible to ignore, at least in my heart.
Today from the pulpit, he decried political correctness, and said that it was nothing more than watering down the gospel. That sat me back on my heels a bit as I pondered it. Can political correctness go too far? Sure. Sure it can. But I don't believe that Christ stands for intolerance. I don't think that if you are Godly, you stand in judgement of the world.
Sitting there, pondering these things, I realized that I was missing most of his sermon.
Is our pastor Biblically accurate? Yes. I believe he is, but I believe that he is applying these truths inaccurately. I've tried to see it another way, but I cannot, and today, even as he read from the second chapter of Revelation, telling us what it meant, I read those words and felt strongly that it meant something else. I also realized that there is no room for opposing views in my church any more. Increasingly, there is only one right way to see it.
It's something that I've been wrestling with for some time now. Today, I stood up at the end of the service and there was no doubt in my mind. This church is no longer the place that I fit.
I walked across the parking lot for the last time, and I grieved that decision, but in my heart, there was no conflict. The decision is right for me.