For most of my memorable life I grew up as a pastors kid, or better known as a “PK” for those who are in the club. My childhood consisted of a healthy dose of organ music and fellowship dinners all sandwiched in spit-slinging sermons that made the front row of a Gallagher “smash-o-matic” show seem dry.
After spending 7 years working in the church management software industry and volunteering heavily in my local church, I lost hope in the church; ultimately leaving never intending to return.
It took years but God helped me see through the brokenness and hurt in the church to rediscover the beauty that had been there all along. I like to say I was “one of those statistics” you hear about but one that God rescued from myself.