I’d been out of the church I loved for nearly a year. I was so hurt by what had happened after my divorce. So angry at how I’d been treated. I couldn’t bear to walk through the doors at times. But over that time, as I lashed out at God and everyone around me for what I was feeling, I discovered something I didn’t want to admit. I began to get a sneaking feeling, then a solid understanding, until I knew in my heart that the church wasn’t the problem.