I was raised in Baptist churches, by a Catholic mother. However, I gave up on organized religion over thirty years ago. Not on the Lord.
I found too much hypocrisy in every church I attended. The "do as I say, not as I do" mentality of the preachers and church elders I came across
everywhere I attended, drove me away from organized religious services. If people want to tell me how I should live then they should lead by example.
I worship our Lord in my own way, in my home, when I'm out working the fields, in my dreams as I sleep. He knows it. He's good with it. We're tight.
I never thought about this before, but as early as I can remember I had a reoccurring dream of being chased into the church I attended, trapped in the
basement Sunday school rooms, then I would escape out the window, and as I was running from the church, towards a bright light, I would wake. I had
that same dream several times a week all my life, until I left the churches, and worshipped on my own. Then it suddenly stopped. Now, thinking back on it,
I must be where God wanted me. Running from the hypocrisy towards the truth.