When I became a Christian, back in 1995, I was visiting one of my very dearest friends out in the San Diego area. I went to church with her, and I heard the message of salvation for the very first time. It was so overwhelmingly appealing to me, that I walked forward to be saved by Jesus Christ. I bought my very first bible, and read the New Testament from cover to cover almost immediately. It made so much sense to me, having been raised as a Jew, that we had really missed the boat on this one....and I reveled in my new-found faith.
I started looking for a church from the minute I returned to New York....I started with the ones closest to where I lived....I went to Hopewell Reformed, which was very pleasant, and probably my second choice of the twenty or so churches I visited prior to going to Fishkill Baptist. I was looking for a bible-based church first, and foremost. I wasn't particularly set on any specific denomination, and to this day I consider myself a bible believing Christian as opposed to being a Baptist (or Methodist, etc.).
I had an appointment to meet with most of the pastors of the churches I visited, and FBC was no different. The big difference was that while inside the outer doors, I finally found what I had been waiting for at all of the churches I "tried on". I found the feeling of the presence of the Holy Spirit-and I wasn't even totally inside the building!! This was the place for me, and although I spend two hours talking with Pastor Bob, I already knew that I belonged here. I attended for almost a year before I joined as a member, and was baptized there in July of 1997. My feelings for this place go far beyond what one feels about a building.
The Holy Spirit still surrounds FBC, despite the challenges that we, as a church family, have faced. I don't know if I believe it has made us stronger, but we have made it this far, and many of us are still here. If some people are struggling with scars that have developed in the interim, that is just the way it is....but they keep coming.....that's what should be noted. When there is a loss, of course people will grieve in their own way......that doesn't mean that they have defected, disowned, or turned their backs in any way on the rest of their family. Not acknowledging the loss is no less wrong than voicing an opinion of how the loss has affected those we love. But the truth is, that we are still a family....all of us still in it together.
I am a bit incensed that anyone would accuse me of trashing or bashing my church. While I have had my own moments of insecurity, and even stopped attending for reasons that had nothing to do with the church, and everything to do with the demons in my own head, I have never said anything against my church. Have I been happy about the way everything that has happened went?? No, I haven't. But I haven't bashed anyone, or anything- and for someone to read anything on my blog, and take that as the outcome, I must recommend a course in English comprehension. I can pay tribute to two people who have had significant impact on my life as a struggling Christian, and who directly affected my ability to cope with the issues that haunted me. I can miss their presence at my chosen place of worship, and I can remember how much better I felt when I felt that someone was there who could lead me the way I needed to be lead, and the way many others have expressed to me that they also felt was lacking for quite a while in our "home". That doesn't mean that any of us are running away from "home" or looking to go somewhere else....we do feel scared about the lack of pastor ship, but we are clinging to each other, and to the belief that we are Spirit-led, which must mean that we will again have a pastor to tend to the flocks. The deacons (and deaconesses) are doing their best, and the worship team adds all they can, but that doesn't take the place of a pastor. It helps....
The announcement of the candidacy of Pastor Howard Lawlor was of great hope to so many of us who really enjoyed his visit back in January. He was direct, clear-spoken, and quite possibly one of the best speakers we've been treated to in a great while. The search committee for Senior Pastor had/has a huge responsibility on their hands, and nobody is suggesting that they aren't doing a great job of finding the best possible man for the job. I had, however, heard many people wonder why Pastor Bob didn't stay until they'd found a replacement. That made me angry, as I was aware that he had offered to do that very thing, but was turned down. My anger is not in what decisions are made by the leaders of the church.....but in the fact that many of the people that I care about were in total darkness about someone they thought they knew, and couldn't understand why he had suddenly changed. So I guess if I think anything was really done wrong, it was in not letting the congregation know that the offer was made and rejected. We, as the congregants of the church, have to trust in the decisions of those we have elected to represent us. Keeping us informed is a courtesy that most of us just took for granted.......my sole purpose was to let Pastor Bob know that I, personally, knew that he hadn't abandoned us. While many might not understand the importance of this, you also probably don't know that I have abandonment issues, which both Bob and Linda have tried to help me get past. So for me, the idea that he simply left us there to figure it out on our own was a blow that was almost too much to bear. When I found out that others also believed this to be the case, I realized that I needed to find out why.....since that wasn't the case, I thought that it might be just as important to others to know that they hadn't been abandoned by their spiritual leader as they'd thought. If it affected me so poorly, perhaps it did the same to others. Anyone who was receiving Linda's newsletter was given a link to the site, and I am certainly guilty of posting something to let them know that we know they didn't leave us in our time of need.
Lifting up one person doesn't necessarily mean putting down someone else. Whoever had the idea that I am/was church bashing FBC couldn't be further from the truth. I count on FBC for a great many things....for my friends, for my daughter's newly found faith, for the youth ministries, and for the people there who care about me, and about whom I care about. We keep each other up in time of need....many people, some of whom I don't even know, prayed for me through surgical procedures, and prayed for my mother, who I doubt anyone knows, through her two week hospitalization from spinal surgery. I could give countless examples of what I get from the members and the structure of FBC; I have not one desire to trash either the church as a body, nor anyone associated with the church. I often wish that people understood me better, and this would be a classic example of being misunderstood yet again. My church is my safe haven, my place where I find peace. It is where I go to worship, and for fellowship. How could it be a place I despise, or even dislike? Why would I have brought my own child to a place I felt so badly about? Or have brought my co-worker there for her to worship with her family? It makes no sense at all.
I hope that anyone who has nothing better to do than read my blog posts decides not to interpret for themselves what I am thinking.....I have never blasphemed my church-to anyone.
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