my dose of (if I can borrow someone else's term)
Apostolica.
It is with real sadness that I admit that I have not attended my Apostolic church in over a month now.
I don't know how to bring myself to bid my Pastor good bye.
I want to, I really, really want to. But I love the man and his wife, and my old church. I miss them dearly. I miss our services and going to the prayer room there sorely. It bothers me that the church I attend does not have an official prayer room with a times designated throughout the week for prayer . It bothers me that my church thinks clapping their hands with a few seconds of scattered, "Hallelu-Jah's" are worship. My word, do I miss my church!
I tried a few months back, to tell my Pastor good-bye, but he convinced me that it was not the best decision and that I may be under some kind of attack. Together, we were convinced that there was room for our diversity, as long as we still believed that the three things are a part of the saved life.
Even if he believes that way, it's not what the UPCI stands for. It just isn't and I know it.
I am not about to bad mouth the UPCI or my former Pastor.
I respectfully disagree with him and the stance of the organization he represents.
Since that is the case, I've changed my place of fellowship.
This has been a very difficult time for me, sincerely.
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