“I went to a few Methodist churches, back in the early 70s. I thought the ones I went to, were already apostate.”
No doubt - already given over to social justice as salvation and seeking common ground with other apostates through ecumenicism. I loved the small-town Methodist church I attended occasionally as a child in the early 60s. I had my aunt as a Sunday School teacher and her husband was obviously a respected church leader. That sweet memory is now lost to the mists of time and man’s reprobate nature that tarnishes every good work by lifting up man while denying God.
As a Southern Baptist youth, I went to a friend’s Methodist church occasionally and found little difference from mine. This was in the fifties, a decade that is getting more and more alien as it fades away.