When I first began going to my church, it was perfect for me. I loved it. Then, later things changed like they usually do. People got nasty and arrogant. When I first started going, the people would get together on Wednesdays, and do scavenger hunts like... breaking up into teams and the first person that completes... finding an elderly member and taking out their trash/ sweeping thier porch/. Finding so and so per group and dropping off the cookies we made before-hand cause they were depressed/ upset/ lonely. Bringing flowers to a single adult in the church.... etc. And the group to finish first with proof won....
It blew me away. Right before I left, among other things, my friends and I went to another members house. She started telling us about one of the girls that was pregnant (out of wedlock), and was doing cocaine. Then proceeded to talk crap about her. None of the... lets see what we can do to help her, make her feel loved... stuff. I already knew, but this was the beginning of the nastiness that followed. This was the last rumor/ bit of nastiness I took. The family of the church that it used to be broke down into a bunch of snobby, groveling, gossipping fake you-know-whats. It took everything I had to keep from punching the lady in the mouth when I'd see her, especially when she pranced up to the girl in church and pretended not to know and be her friend. That was when I decided the right thing to do, so that I didn't whack somebody, was to not go. The church became a high school. Obviously as you can see I am still struggling to get over it. I am still in love with what the church used to be, and still in denial of what it has become. The few bad oranges ruin the whole place.
It is hard to overlook the cruelty in people, and see the church for what it teaches, not what the people do. So, my answer after all that venting would be... people.
