For the longest time, I didn't care what church people thought about me. I was so angry at how I perceived they thought about me, all I wanted was to be AWAY from them.
It never occurred to me that I was in something that should be labeled as a "struggle." The struggle I've had has been with the church, acknowledging me as a human being, trying to live the spiritual life that I've been called to, in whatever ramshackled, broken, frustrated way that I've always approached my faith.
I'm glad I can sing in churches again. People of faith seem to get something from my music. But so do people of unfaith, and that's perfectly all right with me. Frankly, I don't see any difference. People is people is people.
However, what's really on my mind is going back to my alma mater, Jacksonville Baptist College, and doing something. I should put in a call to Fred Phelps. He'd be all over this.