Church

I was thinking today about Singapore and what happened to me there. A year or two after I got kicked out of school, my dad told me that they had also tried to get me kicked out of my church. They had gone to my pastor and youth pastor and asked for me to not be allowed to attend anymore. The pastor and youth pastor, however, refused to allow for that to happen, and I was never told of the incident. At least, not until a year or two later.

Even though I found out after it happened and I had decided that Singapore didn't matter anymore, I was so, so angry when I was told. See, those last couple of months, IBC was the only place I was truly happy. It was the only place people would look at me, talk to me, treat me as if everything was normal. Because there, it was.

And now I wonder, if it was at church that I was happiest, why do I not go at all anymore? What is it that is keeping me from going?