That same weekend my dad apologized for being self seeking and gave his resignation from the church. Make no mistake about it, the leaders of the church wanted my dad gone and to this day there are many of them who do not like my family or my dad. That next summer I went back to that church to watch my friends on the youth worship team lead for the adult service. I remember walking in and people just staring at me like I was breaking the law. I sat in the very back of the balcony and left as quick as I could.
That was four years ago and now I know only one pastor out of the nine who is still at that church. That graduation party was the beginning of a disrespect the other pastors and elders had for my dad and so they didn’t send me a card or come to my party. I didn’t know it at the time but it was the beginning of the hardest six months of my life. In my life, church politics have been very real and because of that I think I can shed some light on the subject.
Are politics a reality in church life? Yes. Will that ever change? No, I don’t think so.
Next time I’ll look at why I think they exist.