I left the ministry in 2010. And the church. I visit a good one now and then.
My first Sunday not going to church was weird. It was a beautiful, sunny, warm day. I smoked a nice cigar. I went for a nice walk.
I loved the freedom and the laziness of that morning.
It took me a while to get used to it.
It began to dawn on me: this is awesome, and I absolutely love my Sunday mornings now.
I absolutely love my life post-church.
All the warnings about leaving the church were false.
I don’t need a covering.
I don’t need a teacher.
I don’t need protection.
I don’t need authority.
I don’t need to separate myself from unbelievers.
I don’t need to pay tithes.
I don’t need approval.
Sure, there are benefits to being part of a flock… things like community,
But, with desire, effort, and work, you can build these things outside the fold.
You can too!