What I wrote on the back of my church bulletin:
"When I entered confirmation I loved Jesus, I loved singing unto the Lord, I said my prayers at night, and I was just generally a good little Christian.
Now I am in the midst of a crisis of faith, nearly everything seems better than what Tom babbles about and what Peggy bitches about; I hate listening to Phil ruin song after cherished Christian song; I have very little respect for Pastor Tom who doesn't even seem to know what he's preaching about, my evil confirmation guide Peggy, or Phil; and I don't know if I ever want to go to church again.
But it is really unfair of me to blame everything on Peggy, Phil, and Tom, although they haven't helped. My nonchristian month was my own doing, and I'll admit that. Just I don't know if I'll ever have any "On fire for God" time to follow it...
-Exerpt from "Dear Lissa, when you left, so did God.""
Garrett and Shawn signed it. The rest of the sermon (it goes on forever without ever saying a thing) we wrote poetry about how Peggy is satan, most of them were just variations of "Roses are Red, Violets are Blue..." Here's one such poem:
And hell will be full
Thanks to our friend Peggy
Cuz she'll EAT YOUR SOUL!"
Yeah, it was one long Peggy bashing session. All of you who have been blessed with attending a church where there are people who actually make some sort of effort to help you grow in faith, I hope you know how lucky you are. In the last year since Lissa left, we've really gone to hell. It's a sad thing when your intern pastor's the only bright spot in your congregation.
