Why I left the Church... part 1
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When I was 12, I was at a church called Forest Edge Assembly of God in Columbus, OH. They were playing a song along the lines of “Shout to the Lord” or something similar. It was an emotional experience for the congregation, and I felt the need to participate. So, in mimicry, I lifted my hands fearfully to my shoulders to be a part. My mother looked at me, and with a somewhat scolding look, corrected me and told me to lift my hands higher. I wasn’t praising God enough.
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