It was a small church.
We started from scratch.
It grew to 100 after a few years.
Then...
the fall. Not mine but that doesn't matter. It affected all of us.
In a moment our whole world changed and the life we built there was over.
Friends were gone.
Fellowship gone.
We left rather quickly, three kids, some dogs, some prized possessions and a lot of shame.
I had always planned on going back one day to, well, close some doors and finalize some emotions.
The church is thriving, by the way...they are in a new building and they do great stuff. The pastors are awesome. They are faithful and true.
Last I heard they rented the old church to another body of believers...
I saw a picture the other day...they tore the church down.