There will be a moment when you will hate your pastor’s smug little face and his grin and those quirky Christianese catchphrases out his grinning smiley mouth.
You will eventually resent your church.
You will hate the music, the seats, the bulletin font, the ushers, the way they force the offering plate in your lap, the self-promoting announcements, the tacky jumbo screen.
I mean just three months ago, you loved your pastor. You were excited at church. You loved the praise team. But that moment comes when everything is too loud and too shrill and suddenly grating and irritating — and we think our best option is to leave.
The moment you find out your church isn’t perfect can be very disorienting. Your pastor curses? He watches Breaking Bad? The praise team went out for a beer? There’s gossip in the church? How dare they.
We go from idealism to optimism to pessimism. It’s inevitable.