The tears came today. The SBC has traumatized me, angered me, and driven me away. Today it hit me right between the eyes with grief. I grieve for the godly people who tried to steer it in a righteous & just direction but who were met with hatred & abuse.
I grieve because my daughter doesn't understand why we can't attend a church more familiar to her than the one we're going to. Why can't we just be Southern Baptist again? My exact words, in a moment of anger: "Because they hate your Bibby, Black people, and women!"
I spent 40 years in the SBC before leaving last summer. I know that "not all Baptists," so please don't waste your time telling me that. My life would be easier if I could take my kids to the church down the road and I can't. I wish we had been better. I lament.
I shared my mother with the SBC for almost my entire life and in the end, they treated her like dirt. I thank God that Russell Moore's family doesn't have to share him anymore with people who don't deserve him. The PTSD is real.
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