I grew up in a Church. There wasn't a time when i can remember not going.
Even before my dad had a car we would
1walk there whatever the weather; trudging the mile or so in scorching heat or Noahic rain.
It was a real family church and every one knew every one. In fact some of the guys who, to this day remain my closest friends, grew up there as well.
Sunday School, GoodNews Club, Boy's Brigade, Youth Club etc were all huge parts of my youth. I taught Sunday school prior to coming to Christ, and Bible class after God saved me. I went from boy to NCO in the BB and became one of the leaders at youth club. They were great days, and i cherish the memory of them.
Recently i've been missing many of these things, especially the people.
I can't say that i regret having left. You see the teaching was poor, and the denominational stance upon many things conflicted with the
2reformed beliefs that were already beginning to take shape as i read Scripture. I was hungry to learn and so i left.
This has been problematic in that i haven't really
4settled anywhere since. I guess no Church is really like the one you grow up in. It's hard (not impossible) to make new friends in the same depth as those you've known since childhood. And it's difficult (again, not impossible) to get highly involved again.
Out of this, i'd encourage anyone who may be considering a church move, to really think about it. Sure doctrinally you may have to; I honestly believe that i made the right decision.
Yet it undoubtedly has its drawbacks and you could find yourself very unsettled, even in the best of Churches. And if you do leave, do it
3graciously.
1 We were pretty sure we'd get a lift home, unless we went by bike, in which case you'd to cycle home.
2 I use the word 'reformed' in reference to the Calvinistic branch of the 16th century protestant reformation, and to distinguish from other branches of evangelicalism
3 I wish i'd conducted my departure much more graciously.
4 This is my own fault, laziness & sin have undoubtedly been involved