Two years ago, my husband and I walked through the painful process of dissolving a church.
I remember the last service in vivid detail: where families were sitting for worship, what music was playing, and the demeanor of my husband, the lead pastor. He was sitting in the second row, shoulders slumped, head lowered, feeling the weight of the congregation’s unmet expectations. The church replant we had been a part of for five years was over.
Though we had striven to be faithful, a closed church was the result. Read More
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