A man attends a service at the Southern Baptist church in which he was raised.
When faced with the choice of following Christ by caring for the hungry or supporting a politician who promises to make the rich richer, my old church ignores the faith they profess. When given the opportunity to extend hospitality to refugees, my old church chooses bigotry. When responding to a dishonest president, my old church defends the lies.
I have come to the painful realization that God is not the point of my old church.
I live in a town dominated by a Southern Baptist seminary, and this sounds familiar.