Many people have recently left our CLB.
It is too bad, but it is what it is.
Most of the people who left wish they could go back to the way things used to be. Many have come to accept that, stay or leave, things will never be the way they used to be.
Like us, the majority of the people who left attend a local community church. It is nice, and you get to see the people you know. After the service you will find most of the ex-church members visiting together.
Once people left, we were free to re-establish relationship with them. After the shunning and isolation, the fellowship has been wonderful.
While there is a strong bond and desire to connect, there seems to be a restraint from attempting to recreate a gathering specifically for this group. It seems that perhaps we are supposed to be experiencing the discomfort and unease of this transition.
I wonder why God would take a tight-knit group of mature believers and scatter them.
Perhaps we have to detach from our former idea of church in order to embrace new understanding of being the church.
Maybe this explains it...
Manure in a pile is called “manure” but manure that’s been spread out is called something else: “fertilizer”.
(HT to Shaun)