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Alison Acheson's avatar

Following a "break" from age 17-51 (yes!) I'm following a deeply explored version of my childhood faith.

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Frankie Wylde's avatar

I grew up going to Catholic School, occasionally attending Baptist Church Sunday School that one of my Grandmothers taught and eventually landed in an Evangelical church that my Mom had found and absolutely loved at the time. She was eventually hurt in a Church split where half the church left due to poor leadership.

I started going back to the Evangelical church after brief stints in Pentecostal and Charismatic churches. Years and years into that I finally came out as Transgender (which I was later than usual in understanding about myself) and was subsequently rejected by the Evangelical Pastor who I’d trusted and volunteered with and for for almost a decade who told me in no uncertain terms that “all Transgender people are pedophiles & rapists” but I was welcome to stay in the church as long as I didn’t tell anyone or expect to be treated with any kind of respect.

I basically left before they could kick me out. It hurt like Hell and I’m pretty sure at this point that it’s always going to piss me off on some level if I spend any time thinking about it. I mean he still gets his picture in the local newspaper far too regularly due to all the “wonderful work that he and his church are doing for the underprivileged in the community.” But I know the truth and I’m not the only one.

Haven’t been to any church since and I have no plans to return.

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