Off the Cuff

For almost the entire tenure of my residence in Fort Worth I have attended Christ Chapel Bible Church.  Recently, this all came to an end.  Every Wednesday for the previous few months, the internet campus pastor has held a time of fellowship for those who attend via online.  After our time together this previous Wednesday, I decided to walk the campus in order to take pictures for my own photo collection.  While doing so, one of the lead pastors called security on me.  Apparently there is a no picture-taking policy in place at the church.  That would have been nice to know beforehand.  To the security guard's credit, he was real nice and diplomatic about the situation.  He did recognize me as an attendee of the church and a friend to the internet campus pastor.  However, I thought the actions taken by the lead pastor were crappy.  I am already overly sensitive about stuff like this considering my legal background.  Even though I understand the premise behind what happened, I have decided to cut ties with the church.  An over-reaction on my part?  Maybe!  I had been thinking about finding another church, and this incident only quickened the decision to do so.  The senior pastor is stepping down, and I am not thrilled about his chosen replacement.  It's not so much who is now leading the church as lead pastor but the poor process through which he was selected.  This individual has been part of the teaching staff and was the only candidate the church looked at.  There should have been a pool of qualified applicants to consider.  At any rate, I have returned to my former home church in Houston, Texas.  The name of the church is Sagemont, and I am attending via their internet campus.  Since my return, I have recognized so many familiar faces.  I am glad to be back.  Maybe one day I will finally get to permanently return home to Houston.  Until then, I must make do with what I have.

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