When I ended my last post about heartbreak in the church, I felt like I left some readers at an intersection without a lot of guidance. I wanted so badly to write in detail about some of the deep hurt that violated my trust in the church. I wanted those stories to finally be told in full after keeping them secret all these years. My heart that’s crying out for justice wants to name names, but that’s God’s fight.
I know I am not alone in feeling this way. I know people who have witnessed horrific things behind those church doors. I feel intensely vulnerable asking you to come back anyway–you who must feel like no place is safe.
You must think I’m crazy. I would have told myself I was crazy if I had time traveled to the past and said, “Give it time. You’ll figure out how to do this again.”
I’d probably say, what’s the point? I’d probably say, why in God’s name do I need to sit in a building full of people who make me uncomfortable, who solicit me every Sunday for money, who make me feel crappy about myself?
And those would have been totally valid questions to ask my future self.
The answer is not simple, but it is very short. Because it gets better than this.
I was a really angry person. I hadn’t abandoned God, but I did not want to be part of his church posse. I didn’t want to solicit people with Bible tracts door-to-door. I didn’t feel called to be a missionary. I didn’t want any more guilt piled on about Christ’s suffering because of my sins. I was sucked into a culture that said people are inescapably and irreversibly bad, and we must work very hard for the Lord all the days of our life to receive our reward after we die. It said heaven was nowhere near here, and every day would only get harder and sadder than the last one.
It was easy to believe these things back then, because it made more sense. When life was filled with suffering, it explained it all away even though the pain remained.
After we found a new church home, I started to see and believe that heaven intersects with our world every day like another dimension. I saw that hope was woven with suffering, and I needed both of them equally in order to see and know God. I saw freedom from the laws of evangelical Christianity, and instead I found a God who uses the Bible to reveal himself to me. I started living the sort of life that made people wonder about God instead of knocking down people’s doors with church brochures.
The truth is I know there isn’t much I can say to change your mind. You’ve probably been gone for a long time. You’ve made your own “church,” a new community of people, and you’re all making it work the best you can. You’ve been figuring things out on your own, and you can’t imagine any of that changing now.
So, forgiveness is not forgetting or walking away from accountability or condoning a hurtful act; it’s the process of taking back and healing our lives so we can truly live.
Brené Brown, Rising Strong
What would I say to my 18-year-old self walking out of my home church for the last time?
You need to sit in a building full of people who make you uncomfortable because discomfort is the source of your greatest growth. God is calling you to do the hardest thing imaginable–acknowledge what happened as part of your story and release the Church (the greater Church, capital “C”) from the sins of the local church. You may have to spend some time away, but God will call you back. You may realize, after all, you are the reason for your own discomfort.
You need to recognize that some people think church is a country club. Some people want to believe that only certain kinds of people can have access to heaven, because they don’t know how to love people like Jesus loved people. You will be asked to give, but giving, as my husband says, is between you and God. Don’t wait for the moment when you “feel” like this church is the right place. Right now you’re broken, but you can heal and come to love a new place and a new people. You can learn to give out of love that inspires unbounded generosity, and it will fill you up. It will have nothing to do with membership or blind obedience. It will flow from a heart that has seen the goodness of God and from the promise of God that he will meet all of your needs.
You need to know that refusing to go back is like locking up a part of yourself. The longer you wait, the harder it will be to break out. The prison will become home where you hang pictures of all the people and moments that remind you why you aren’t going back. There won’t be room for anyone but you. And, by the way, no amount of justice served will ever give you a satisfaction greater than you taking your life back through forgiveness. Waiting for justice to be served is like waiting on a private jet and getting Dodge Neon instead – unreliable and unglamorous.
Here’s the thing – all of this is just as much for me as it is for us. I have been sitting on this for a week trying to figure out how to end it. Brené Brown, in Rising Strong, says it better than I can (emphasis added):
“The bottom line is that we need each other. And not just the civilized, proper, convenient kind of need. Not one of us gets through life without expressing desperate, messy, and uncivilized need.”
Coming soon – part three: desperate, messy, and uncivilized need in the church.