Personal Narrative: Coming Back To The Baptist Church

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Coming back to church helped me realise that I was just like those people who annoyed me in the Baptist Church. The stones I threw at them, I could as rightly throw at myself. Life was about receiving God’s grace and passing it on to others. It was only back in a church situation that God revealed that to me. I had to commit myself to a fellowship to receive this revelation and the accompanying healing. We were family whatever our attitudes and just as in every family there were a range of attitudes.
Sadly, the church leaders retired, and the church later dissolved, so I joined another church.
Mum had an operation for breast cancer in January 2002. I think the threat of death left her very anxious and a bit paranoid. My parents had a huge row.
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I felt pressured with work, visiting Dad and visiting her. She told people twisted truths about Dad, including that he tried to rape her.
In 2005, I went to an inner healing seminar by a Canadian, Dr Grant Mullen. I purchased a set of his DVDs’ and wrote a 10-week reflective and interactive course for women in our church. A friend and I ran this course twice for women in the church.
Also in 2005, my Dad died. My brother was overseas. Mum insisted on coming to the funeral, so friends brought her. When the service finished she got up to go, she wailed in anguish, beginning to talk about what a difficult man he was to live with. Her friends and I tried to hush her, but she resisted our efforts. I saw this as a mixed lament of regret, guilt and anger.
I tried to do whatever I could for her, but she dug her knife into Dad over the next few months and twisted the truth to anyone who would listen.
My brother returned from overseas and he and I agreed we would, just the two of us inter Dad’s ashes. However, he told Mum and she insisted on coming too. I couldn’t cope with that as I knew she’d continue to speak ill of Dad at the interment. So, I told her which funeral director had the ashes and that she and my brother could do as I wasn’t going. “That’s not very nice,” she said. I asked her why she wanted to come when she hated him. She told me he was her husband and she had a right to