A few Sundays ago, an acquaintance of mine from church pulled me aside before the morning service to talk to me about a weakness in my character. She thought that l was too occupied with accommodating other’s needs in church, that I neglected my own needs.
The songs at church this Sunday were alright. Only one minor theological blunder that I counted. The person on stage who read today’s passage managed to pronounce all the words correctly.
A couple years ago, a colleague of mine invited my friend and I to visit an African church. l settled in my seat at the beginning of the service, expecting a heartfelt but rather demure time of praise and worship, just like the kind of church services I grew up with in Australia.
“This might reflect my bias, but why should we care about people with disabilities?”
I was leading a Bible study on disability when someone unexpectedly asked me this. My heart sank.
I was devastated when you told me that you’ve decided to “give up” on God.
But in some ways, your decision didn’t come as a complete surprise to me.