(Note: The poem I’m about to share with you is not directed at any particular church or ministry group. This is in response to several issues I’ve encountered in a handful of different churches and groups over the years. My intention is not to slander anyone but to be honest about the fact that I have been seriously bruised by many people in many different circles. My intention is to express the truth that our words and actions can affect others in extremely negative ways.)
When you stop going to church after ten years,
people ask you, “Why did YOU stop?”
“What are YOU doing to stop this format from working?”
It’s you, you, you
They expect you to answer THEIR questions,
not turn the tables and ask any of your own
I went from being afraid to ask questions
to not having anything but questions:
“Where are you when people need you?”
“Why do you scare people into eradicating healthy boundaries?”
“Why do you question my integrity when you have no reason to do so and when you know full well I have every reason to question yours?”
“Why do you care more about being right than about unity and connection?”
“Why do you assume I’m worthless just because I’m an introvert?”
The list could go on and on!
A good rule for writing is to write about things that scare you, especially when they don’t scare anyone else.
It scares me that no one has been able or willing to answer my questions.
More than that, it scares me that this doesn’t scare anyone else.