Next summer is going to be almost 10 years since they left our old church and in that time frame they haven’t had one person who’s stayed. They left because my dad felt called to go an city that’s already heavily religious. At this point they’re barely paying the rent for the church they’ve been renting from and it kind of makes me sad that they’re throwing thousands of dollars away only because my dad thinks it’s “God’s will” for him to start his own church which is really selfish when you put it into perspective.

This is more just me thinking out loud, but I honestly think they left due to my brother knocking up his then girlfriend who later got an abortion secretly (which is a huge no no). My dad was the assistant pastor at that time and less than a month later, he made the decision to leave our old church. Looking back, it was less about him being called to leave and more about somebody starting to ask too many questions. Piecing all of that together makes me really irritated with them because it shows and proves that they were potentially being disingenuous with me on why they decided to move churches.

A couple days ago, the one member that attends every blue moon told them that she’s not going to attend anymore. Unsurprisingly, they said it’s the enemy attacking like they’ve been saying for the past 7 to 10 years. They still try to have regular service but all they’re doing is wasting time and money. If I get hired for a full time political canvasser or field organizer position soon (I have a meeting with a recruiter for an organizer position tmrw), I probably won’t be there most Sundays. Not that I’ll be complaining about that since it’ll potentially help me to move out soon and close this chaotic chapter in my life.

The point is that they’re going to be in a real tough spot if and when I start a new job, add on top of that my brother also works a lot as a firefighter and he sometimes works up to three Sundays. But ironically, my older brother keeps pushing them to stay there and he conveniently started to feel “called” to preach around the same time my dad was talking about shutting down the church last year. This near past decade in my life has been an giant dumpster fire rolling down a steep hill and it’ll be amazing once I can finally spend more time away from home