It’s been over 3 years since I sat with regional leaders, presbyters, church planters, and preachers in a little room, where I stated my case for planting a missional church that welcomed and loved People who have been marginalized by the church. The state leader of this denomination, full of the Holy Spirit, looked at me and told me he loved my heart and hoped I succeeded in my call. Yet, this denomination could not go where I wanted to go. So I said peace and walked away. I was told by other leaders of the same denomination that I was going against scripture. I was called heretic, anathema, and dragged through the mud. I had threatening letters and angry facebook messages. Many friends disassociated from me. I cried as my own long time pastor told me I couldn’t even work in the nursery with my beliefs. But, I walked away. I was hurt. Angry. Depressed. But also felt a tremendous weight lifted. I wasn’t called to change the minds of conservative or evangelical Christians- I was sent to love the ones who had been pushed away from Church. It’s not that I don’t love tradition conservative evangelical christians, I do. And although, I am associating with the mainline, I’m still Bapticostal, I love the bible and I pray in the spirit more than most. But it’s not my calling to reform anyone. It’s my calling to love. 🙂 and I’m doing that.