What if the Church Was Wrong or Right?

i crossed a chasm in that split second, pursuing a thought my mind had never truly imagined and now could never take back. With stark clarity, i understood that, whether the church was wrong or right, i was a monster. I didn't deserve to be part of this body of believers. The lord was done with me. An esau, after all, already condemned,. overwhelmed with a sudden pressing need to leave. That instant, every part of my body hummed with a single vicious accusation, you don't belong. And if the church was right, then asking those questions and even beginning to consider their implications was an unforgivable betrayal of every one i had ever loved in