Twenty-five years later, thinks are all messed up. For all my life, they’d seemed happy. Until something that should have been a good thing tore them apart.
Building a relationship with God should be a cause for joy. It should be a cause for celebrating your life and the wonderful things God does.
Except when one person begins to idolize the person who brought her to God. When this idiolization, and misinterpreting of Biblical truths, drives your family, your husband’s family, and eventually your husband away.
God should come first. He is the most important priority in someone’s life. There is, however, a distinction between God, your church, and a particular pastor. It feels like a spiritual affair of sorts. It feels like she’s choosing her pastor over her family.
When you refuse to be gone for the weekend because you, “can’t miss church,” even though you have the chance to attend a church you have been to and, “love” befor, there’s something wrong with this. When your daughter is talking to you, trying to understand what’s happening, and you cut her off to take a call from this pastor, there’s something wrong. When you won’t spend Christmas with family members because they’re sinners, there’s something wrong. (Hello? We’re all sinners.)
I don’t know what’s going to happen. They’re not divorced, but he’s gone… Things just seem messed up. The holidays are going to be a blast. I don’t want to pick sides because I love them both, but I feel like someone’s wrong and someone’s been hurt… I don’t even know anymore…