The circumstances at our former church came to a head in the spring of 2004. This led to our resignation and our decision to leave that church. It was one of the only times that I have been in a truly lose/lose situation. We were faced with the choice of submitting to lies and more abuse or leaving the group of people who had been our church family for many years.
At the time we left, we felt that the Lord’s instruction to us was to leave quietly, neither to accuse others nor defend ourselves. The walking out of this has been extremely difficult and lonely. It required silence on my part as friends sang the praises of those who had intentionally hurt us. It required letting our reputation be maligned by these same people without setting the record straight.
Most difficult of all, it required letting go of my desire to see justice. At first, I was convinced that their plans would fail because they were wrong. When I saw no evidence of that, I became discouraged and angry. I had to get to the point where I truly left the outcome of it all in God’s hands, trusting that His ways of dealing with it would be better than my imagined expectations.
The other aspect of this that has been really hard is that they, my family, were all happily still together. I hate being the pitied fool who walked away from the perfect church. With the few people who remained our friends, it has been difficult retaining the friendship across the chasm that the church situation created.
When we left, I was so confused and alone, and I had no one to talk to. Wanting to understand, I went to Google. The term abuse was not even in my vocabulary yet. I typed in hundreds of interesting search phrases about church government and improper leadership in churches.
Somewhere along the way, I discovered the Spiritual Abuse Recovery Forum. I joined there in December of 2004, almost a year after the actual abuse. It was the first place I could talk openly about what happened. This was an important part of my healing.
In my internet search, I came across Len at Next Reformation. I used to visit his website every day. I didn’t know it was a blog, I didn’t even know what a blog was. He posted new stuff on his “website” every day and also had many articles in his archives that helped me begin to see church differently.
After reading at his site for some time, I discovered that one could click on a commentor’s post and visit their “website.” By clicking on a link, I discovered Brother Maynard at Subversive Influence.
Brother Maynard spoke my language. Our church backgrounds are so similar that I could immediately relate to what he was saying. When I started reading there, he was doing the series, “I Long for a Church…” These were seriously mind-boggling ideas to me at that time.
It was around that time that he also asked for prayer for his friends Robbymac and Wendy who were going through a difficult church situation. This led me to Robby’s blog where I began reading about his journey and his thoughts about church and leadership. Like Brother Maynard, Robbymac also spoke my language. It isn’t surprising that I initially resonated with some of the charismatic voices in the conversation.
I wish I could remember the actual moment when the light bulb came on, and I finally understood what a blog is. At some point, I realized that there was a world of people out there writing about things that I was interested in reading. Each blog was a treasure, just waiting to be unearthed. This was a season of discovery as I came across many of you who are now on my blogroll.
It was someone at the spiritual abuse forum who actually caused me to consider having my own blog. They were explaining it to someone else, and I thought, “I could do that.” A visit to blogger.com and 1,2,3, a new blog was born. In July of 2005, I was welcomed into the blog world.
Now, 200 posts later, I have a record of the ups and downs of this journey, a record of the process of exploring ideas, a record of sharing some of the rough spots along the way and receiving encouragement and love from people who only know the words that I write.
This morning I went back and skimmed old posts, remembering how it has been. This process has been surreal from day one, a strange and twisted path I never expected to traverse. How did we ever end up here?
My journey is taking an unexpected turn. The reason I am remembering, the reason I am pausing, is to place a marker at this point in the road.
What’s next? I’m not sure yet, but you, my friendly strangers and strange friends, will be the first to know.