Decades ago, I discovered that belonging to a certain faith and attending church is not the stairway to Heaven.
This discovery came after years of attending, and getting involved in, Nazarene and Methodist churches. I was even the church treasurer for a little community church in 29 Palms, California.
When the pastor approached me to get church funds to take his kids to Disneyland one day without clearing it with the Church board, I decided that was enough.
After nearly a year of battling the pastor's misuse of funds I called a board meeting. I resigned my position and left the church after telling them what I'd been dealing with.
It was the final straw.
It wasn't the only straw however. The gossips in the church were down-right vicious. What I saw, year in, and year out, was hypocrisy in the highest form.
Did I lose my faith in a supreme being when I left the church?
The answer is no. I allowed myself to work on a personal relationship with that supreme being, who does not need to be called God.
The higher power that I answer to, provides me with a conscience, and has no interest in silly societal games like going to a church to show devotion.
Historically, churches grew up out of the need for the few to control the many. I won't waste words here with history lessons to prove my point. If you're really interested examples are at your fingertips on Google.
When I see those so-called men and women of God supporting Trump, a poster boy for evil and all that's wrong with mankind, I shake my head in disgust, because it just proves my point.
Time for me to walk on down the road...
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