I didn’t join an unhealthy church on purpose. Like many others, I joined because I was looking for something — I wanted to be in a church that was “alive.” I wanted to see and feel God’s power. I thought that if I could experience something supernatural, I’d somehow become a super-Christian: one who had no doubts and no fears. Then, maybe, if I was good enough, perhaps there would be a chance that God would use me in one of those spectacular supernatural ways. The irony is that my journey took me in the opposite direction. Instead of becoming a super-Christian, I found myself doubting my salvation. Instead of getting closer to God, I found myself farther away than I had ever imagined possible.
I’ve broken my story into several parts: