Then, I sat in church and listened to one of our synod representitives talk about the "wonderful experience" she recently had when they tried to vote for acceptance of homosexuality. I looked at my son, sitting next to me and realized I was a stranger in my own church home.
Instead of staying for Sunday School, we got into the van and drove over to the nearby town that had a LMCS congregation. I had never been there, but I asked Jesus to take us home. I got off the Greenway in Ashburn, took two unlikely and unmarked turns and a half a mile after the second turn, there it was, Our Savior's Way LMCS church. We drove in, were welcomed with open arms, and I have never gone back to an ELCA church since.
I wonder how much the LCMS has grown in the last few years? I’m a +1. I’m done with ELCA.
I wonder how much the LCMS has grown in the last few years? I’m a +1. I’m done with ELCA.
I took the same journey on a different highway a few years earlier when the pastor at the local church claimed that the “true presence” of Christ was more allegorical than literal.