It seems the hurt should be healed by now. But it is not.
I hurt that the Church, or church, rejected me. I hurt that the Shepherd is so battered. I hurt that I don’t have a church to call home. At a time of crisis like this, you are supposed to be able to turn to the church. After all, I have been committed to the Church for the better part of 30 years. How can I now be without a church home?
I want a place to belong. I want to feel the love that says there is Hope. I want to know there exists purpose in all of the hurt.
And the church told me I am not wanted. “Please, go elsewhere. Please take the Gospel of grace, forgiveness, and acceptance somewhere else.”
I suppose I have to wait on God. And see if I really do believe in a Gospel of grace, forgiveness and acceptance.
Those who wait upon the Lord, shall renew their strength, they shall mount up on wings like eagles. They shall run and not grow weary, they shall walk and not faint.” (Isaiah 40:31)
Help us Lord, to wait .