Christmas Cantata 2002. The same night the college age nursery worker in the 4 year olds class, angrily told me that I couldn't leave my daughter in the 4 year olds kiddie church anymore. My daughter was scared to death of her and became hysterical every time she was serving in the class. She was was one of those kind of people who serves in a ministry with children, who doesn't actually like them. She screamed at the children and made them sit on the floor against a wall silently for the duration. My daughter doesn't go silent when someone screams at her, she gets very upset and cries. ...I tried to talk to the head of the childrens department about the incident, but they took the side of the worker because she came from a missionary family who's name was well known and it was easier to blame my child, who was in all other cases mild mannered and well behaved, like my other two children were known to be in every other class she attended at the church and with every other worker. That's the way of the world it seems. If you're famous, people let you get away with abherant behavior and blame the innocent victims, because nobody wants to admit that a good family name doesn't always mean that every member is praise worthy. It was the same night I lost faith in my church, Independent fundamental baptist denominations and in God. I later regained my faith in God. After realizing that God had nothing to do with this behavior, or the church's willingness to sacrifice us for those who's name carried more clout. We now go to a church that is more loving...they unfortunately do not have a choir, but a praise group. And I'm more of a traditonalist than a charasmatic.( I can't stand on stage swining my hips and raising my hands while I sing. I would be embarrassed. ) So... I miss choir. My husband gave up being an usher that night and sat in the car on that cold winter night with all three kids for 3 hours waiting for me to finish singing (unbeknownst to me at the time). I should have just left the church that night. But, I kept going until Easter, trying to talk myself into believing that this incident was not an indicator of a corrupt system. All the while becoming more bitter and angry. Until I finally couldn't even make myself go there anymore.
Sorry that was long. But, when I remember specific times or dates, someone will invariably make a joke about why I remember. So, I figured I would just explain now and avoid that.
When was the last time you had a life changing loss in faith in something or someone?