I spoke earlier about how I was having disagreements with my Church's leadership. I hope that no one misunderstands me that I dislike the people in my congregation or thought them poor Christians. On the contrary, they are my friends, my brothers and sisters in Christ and they have helped my wife and I when my wife and I lived hundreds and thousands of miles from our family.
Things were, for the most part, good then too... even though I was having disagreements. Our congregation, as much as I love and loved it, had some issues. Nothing out-of-the-ordinary for congregations like mine; we had questions and aspirations revolving around terms like "seeker sensitive" or "relevant" or "needs-based" or "modern" or cutting-edge worship, or "purpose-driven." We needed more numbers; not for vanity's sake, but so we could reach souls. But still, numbers (and what drew them or turned them away) became something of a discussion and slowly it became an obsession. Our congregation was largely, spiritually immature and (by my own, imperfect and spiritually immature observation) and largely Biblically illiterate. Some people wanted to take "Baptist" off of our Church name. A few of them even suggested we take "Church" out of our name.