Those who know me for some time (especially from Multiply) know that I left my church about eighteen months ago because the preaching and teaching slowly became all about the senior pastor in stead of about God. In essence, he was some sort of God and I for one didn’t like that at all.
The associate pastor, with whom I had worked together for almost fifteen years, was abroad when I couldn’t take no more. So I wanted to have a talk with our other associate pastor. That turned out to be a nasty affair as I didn’t get the time to explain my worries but was told immediately I was untrustworthy, bad and on the brink of being devilish. That did it for me and I decided to leave.
When the associate pastor returned from his trip he never bothered to call me but immediately believed the stories that were going around about me. His wife, one of my best friends, never caved in and told him in no uncertain terms she stood beside me. It didn’t help their marriage which was already bad as she wanted to leave that church too.
So my friend and I kept in touch via Facebook and he slowly realized some things didn’t add up. They left the church too, took time to heal and this afternoon I was in for the shock of my life. He called!
Finally he was able to ask me about that day and about my side of the story. We had a long conversation and he admitted that his view on everything had been very clouded. The story I told him was way different from what he had heard in church but was the same as what he had heard from his wife.
When we ended the conversation we were both ready to pick up the pieces of our friendship and start anew.
A few hours later his wife called. When he came home tonight he told her about our conversation and how glad he was that he had called me. She was over the moon.
And so am I. It was the one part of the whole situation that still felt painful. We were friends and I had always hoped it would stay that way. Now we can start rebuilding our friendship. I’m very hopeful!