I have been asked by several people in my DMs to give my story on this subreddit because of some comments I have left in other people’s posts.
So I thought I might as well take the time to type it out for you guys.
I was raised in the Midwest as a pastors son. My dad was the pastor of an ALJC church my whole childhood and then when I became a bit older, roughly when I was about 17 he became licensed through the UPCI instead.
Either way, he was oneness Pentecostal my whole life.
As I got older, as may boys in these churches are, I was pressured into considering becoming a preacher as well. I eventually attended IBC and was in the music ministry program while there. I helped write some originals and played on a three live recordings. I also worked toward my “calling” as a preacher and eventually came home to start preaching at my dad’s church. In this time I also was told that I needed to be licensed in the UPC, so I did just that.
The girlfriend I had, the ONLY girlfriend I had ever had quickly became my wife and we started working for the church.
Eventually I got the call to move to another state and serve at a small home missions church. So we moved. After this I was quickly put into leadership on the district level and was even asked to consider being open to becoming our district youth president. I was not interested in this for a few reasons, which I’ll dive into soon.
After a few years, I decided that I needed to start questioning some of the things that I had always struggled with within the doctrine being preached within the Pentecostal church. When doing this I was told that I was 1. Rebellious, 2. Confused, 3. Backsliding, 4. (And this was the weirdest one) possessed by a spirit that jumped from a coworker onto me.
I backed off given that if I pushed the subject too much that I would face major repercussions within the organization, and possibly lose my whole community and possibly most of my family.
In 2020 I really hit a wall with my skepticism around the ideas being pushed, as well as the legalistic dictatorship that was in place as the standard to which we were all meant to live by. I also struggled with the fact that I just don’t align with the dress standard, the path to salvation, the corruption, the gossipy attitude, etc. all found in the church.
So I spoke with my wife and she didn’t talk to me for almost a month. All the while she was talking to the pastor behind my back. The pastor eventually sat me down and said that I needed to “fix my stinkin thinkin” and “get back on the straight and narrow before I walk off a cliff spiritually” his exact words.
Meanwhile he wouldn’t answer any of my questions, just kept telling me that I was a rebellious sinner that needed to get my act together.
Fast forward to 3 years later (when keeping my nose down and serving at the district level while avoiding preaching topics that disagreed with when preaching at about two churches per month aside from my own) was just too much to handle any more, Andi told my wife and pastor that I was done.
About two weeks later it came out that my now ex wife was cheating on me with two different men, and the pastor had covered it up to avoid conflict in the church. I then told them both that I would be filing for divorce.
That statement was followed by a very small rebuttal from my former pastor which went as follows, “then you’re done, we’re done, you’re gone, have fun in hell”.
From this point I stopped hearing from everyone within that church and the district with the exception of an old lady that loved me and was missing me every Sunday. She still calls me by the way.
It has now been almost three years and I still have not spoken to my former pastor or anyone from the district.
I attend a local church that loves me to death and uses me in music ministry full time. The pastor, who wears jeans and a baseball cap to preach in… and wait for it… has a BEARD, has been the greatest example of a Christian I have seen in my whole life.
I remarried and found the one that I was always meant to be with. She serves along side me on the worship team,she encourages me, she loves me in spite of my past hurt.
My child, who is almost in middle school age, is now asking questions and getting answers that will hopefully direct them to make good choices for their spiritual life down the road and will lead them toward God and not an organization.
I’m happy to share any aspect of my story you need and to give any advice I can to those looking for the courage to leave the UPC, ALJC, WPF, etc. and find where thy really belong.
Just don’t ask intimate details, ie where I live, which church specifically I came from, etc. cause I won’t cross the line of slander or gossip. But if you want to talk, please message me.