August 26, 2006

Turn off those fans!

The sh*t has hit the fan, and I wasn't even there to see it!

(We started boycotting last week.)

I've mentioned the troubles our church has been having, and last Sunday it all came to a head, so to speak, and now those of us who support the Pastor are basically leaving.

Split! Can you hear the breaking?

I got a call last night from the person who heads up the nursery, asking if Husband and I wanted to work there again. I told her Husband and I decided not to go back to that church until Pastor is back. She said he won't be back, but that was only her opinion.

Now, if you've learned anything about me through this blog it's that I'm not good at confrontation. I talk a big game, but I'm basically a wuss. So I told the Nursery person I'd send her our schedule (Husband works on weekends sometimes).

After talking to a couple of friends from church, though, I decided to call Nursery person back and tell her that no, Husband and I won't be back.

See, the kids were still in the sanctuary when the poopy hit the blades. The one thing we adults wanted to do was keep the kids out of this, but now it's too late. It's sad, depressing....and somehow I feel like I've been sucked back twenty years to high school.

Pastor was back, on August 6. We were all under the impression that one of the elders left in protest, only to find out that he was actually sitting in one of the crying rooms with the lights out....watching.

Sad, sick, and a little creepy.

A sad little power trip by five men who are "ruling elders" that we're supposed to respect. Yeah....right.

Soooooo, what will the Groovy family do tomorrow morning? I don't think we know yet.