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I Left the Church, But God Came With Me

Last July I left the church.

It wasn't big and showy, shocking and gossip worthy.  In fact most people didn't even notice I was gone.  At first (more on that later).

It was a quiet night at my parent's house, emotions were tense, and with a dam-bursting sigh I said, "If the church as a whole thinks that what it teaches is the gospel, then I don't want to be a part.  I don't really know what I believe, but I know that's not it."

A lot of people will look at my life and tell you I did a 360.  I want to set the record straight and say that means I had to be going in the right direction first.  I didn't even know which direction was right.  I just knew that the way I acted on the outside to be considered worthy of friendship and respect was not who I was in honesty.

It's funny, until I left and someone started the rumor that I was an atheist and hated God, no one at church even knew my name.  I had been attending for over a year, I played the pian…

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