Ten years ago, a bad church experience left me feeling betrayed and let down – so I quit. If church meant rejection and disappointment, then I didn’t want to go any more. Others were hurt too and I just couldn’t accept it. I felt justified in my decision because I cohuld still read my Bible, pray, and talk with Christian friends. The church didn’t need me and I didn’t need the church. Over time, I realized that churches are made up of imperfect people, like myself, who make mistakes. But God doesn’t make mistakes. God brings flawed people together to help one another. Even though we don’t always get it right, God uses the Church to bring love, encouragement, and healing. I need the church and the church needs me.