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I can't read through that all now, bookmarked it. Thanks for the courtesy. I skimmed down to where I found the heart of it, it is an imperative sentence, well series of sentences, "Ye therefore, who laid the foundation of this sedition, submit yourselves to the presbyters, and receive correction so as to repent, bending the knees of your hearts. Learn to be subject, laying aside the proud and arrogant self-confidence of your tongue. For it is better for you that you should occupy a humble but honourable place in the flock of Christ, than that, being highly exalted, you should be cast out from the hope of His people."

I don't want to think about it any more now, too depressing. The Methodist minister's wife stopped by awhile back, there is much we would now probably disagree about, but she was from my childhood church. I hadn't been in it for years and got a chance to photograph a wedding. I had been wanting for three years now to photograph my favorite stained glass window that has comforted me since I was a child even when I pictured it in my mind, when I was down. I didn't know how I was going to set it up and get it right. When I walked into the wedding, there it was all lit up, and I got a beautiful shot of it. The minister's wife was so upbeat and warm, it was like a breath of fresh air in my life. I wish she would come to see me more often. Nobody from the church has ever come to see how I am doing or called or anything. I tried to go back. As far as they are concerned, I don't exist, and I have a hard time even talking and relating to people, in real life or on the net. I did not used to be that way. There are valid reasons for it, it hurts too much to go to church and see all the happy people and nice families. I can't deal with it.