Forgetting About Detox

I really have not cared too much about my detoxing from the church. It has not been one of my priorities lately. But I know that I am not ready to go back just yet.

I remember months ago when I got "the shakes" from being away from the church, now ... nothing. No need for the church to fill a church assisted void in my life. No need for "forced friendships" with people. No need for the repetition of a constant circle jerk. Does this mean I am a recovered church goer? I don't think so.

Many have asked me why I am detoxing. Many have also invited me to attend their church because it is "different" there. I'm sure your church IS different. Your church probably has it's own unique way of singing "Lord I Lift Your Name On High."

I am detoxing because I am dead to the modern church. I am dead to the mundane hypocrisies that are covered and qualified behind Jesus' skirt. I am dead to the dying routine that the church so desperately hangs onto. Dying. Death. Dead. Hell, I feel dead. It is like a part of me is gone and I need to fill it with something.

So I am going to fill the missing parts of my life with good, real things. I am going to invest even more of myself into real relationships. And with these friends and family I am going to seek God in new and adventurous ways. New. Alive. Real. Breathtaking.

I think this is a big part of detoxing. Pulling the curtain back and seeing what the truth is. Washing the old "reality" of the church away. Seeking out real "friends for life." Finally taking a stand on my own two feet and falling face first at the feet of the King.