First off, nothing is perfect, save one thing, God's love for us and the sacrifice his son made upon our behalf.
In the past few months I have had the displeasure of have to find another church to attend Sunday Worship. While not unique, the question and argument most will make is no church is perfect, true, I agree. However somethings should be, such as our love for one another, it should exhibit some of the same qualities Jesus had for mankind.
There in lies part of the issues with some churches. Sunday mornings should be more about LOVE, than anything else. We should feel great leaving church, knowing he is ultimately in control. Knowing we are not alone as sinners in a foreign world.
How often that excitement, that feeling of joy is smashed before we get to the car, or sometimes before we even leave the pews. How is it that some can take themselves to a level reserved for the king. How righteous they are, how sadden it is to see them piously pressing the flesh, doing more harm than good by leading some to slaughter.
Trying not to be an adjudicator, but a forgiver and a lover of the word, not the man or woman speaking the word. Just as I am confused by how some can be saved, namely myself, I am confused how God could ever love someone like that. But he does, so where does that place me. A doubting Thomas?
Church for me at least is not suspecting false teachings, I spent the first half of my life listening to that, I'd like to think I can differentiate between the two. I'll close this rant by exposing again my vulnerability of being a sinner in a lonely and desolate place, called earth. Sometimes the journey we find ourselves on is not really our journey but someone else's.
Be brave enough to find yourselves on the outs and not duped into believing man's word over God's word. Stay firm in your convictions and in your faith. Peace to you all.
