I was at Falls for less than a week before I realized I was never going to fit in unless I did the thing that apparently every Christian was doing, getting baptized.
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They say first impressions are the most important, but for me my first impression of Falls Baptist was nothing like I would grow to know.
As we hastily prepared to move to Wisconsin, we definitely had to purge some stuff, clothes mainly. Out went all the pants, shorts, tank tops, tight shirts, short dresses, basically anything that would be scrutinized by the members and pastors of Falls Baptist Church.
Let me start off by saying, I am not blaming anyone but the church and their appointed individuals for masking the cult they organized and luring us in. My parents and family are all just as much a victim to their wiles as I am. This being said, lets go back to the summer of 2003..
I grew up going to church every weekend, it was a time to dress up, sing songs, make crafts in Sunday School, get doted on by all the old ladies at church, sit through confusing sermons, and hang out with family.
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AuthorCanadian born and raised, I am an independent spirit that has always longed for freedom. I have experienced a lot of contrasting things over the years, and finally now have the courage to write it down. Categories |