Ah, but when He spoke to me...it wiped out all the other previous experiences so...its all good. Nature is my church. So is my back yard. Or on the beach. Or in my room. He is with me everywhere I go.Sadly, the preacher/pastors are as human as you and I. Not necessarily the extension of God. Sorry for you experience, GracieI stopped when the preacher said my dad was in hell and suffering for eternity for owning a bar. Nothing like judging someone for the business they owned. Daddy read the bible every night and was a devout Christian. But I soon realized that those that go to church usually are kind and meek and gentle and helpful only on Sundays. Monday thru Saturday it was more like "up yours. See ya on Sunday".
I also could not get over the fear I had when another preacher insisted I be baptised or I would be stung to death by scorpions..but never die. Just forever pain. I was about 10 years old, give or take.
Then I discovered native american ways and beliefs and THAT one called to me. They don't have a particular denomination. They mostly consider all Gods creations...God. As do I.