i have a poor opinion of churches in my neck of the woods if the truth be known, not every place. If you visited with a RCC down the road then went to the community Baptist Church down the road & viewed the faces I guarantee you won’t see any joy and that bothers me. We should not be “same old same old”... we should be the folks with the Good News. So what has happened?
At one time, I had a Presbyterian pastor who had tragically lost his young son in a car accident. His wife blamed him for the loss and thus divorced him. Because of that divorce, he had a difficult time finding work and he loved being a pastor. Oh boy, when he got to pastor up here he just blossomed. He did stuff, building marriage seminars, meetings with congregants to do addiction prayer meetings, visitations (the only guy to come to my house), and he rebuilt poor peoples homes, cleaned lawns, built a place for the community kids to go to and a million other things... all the while giving thought provoking sermons. He even provided marriage counseling to my wife and I and remarried us. The man never stopped until he died of a massive heart attack. That devastated me, what’s more it hurt my family.
We tried to find a suitable church, close so we could be present but that didn’t work...allot of bad stories and unbelievable shock.... we discovered liberals, pedofiles, transvestites, pastors having affairs, club churches, out and out nut jobs, and churches that never went out to the community. After a while, I started to believe that God abandoned the area...we are a family struggling in to stay Christian in a post Christian area of the country. Until the cancer came into our lives there was almost no mention of God. But now God abounds. People praying, kindness, love.
God has shown me that there are remnants of his good grace still existing here, probably not in the churches but they still exist in the communities. So I’m old now ,diabetic without the energy that once sustained me... I will have to put it in His hands. Perhaps a revival?!? But that’s Gods call, not mine.