-My pastor got up in the congregation and started asking for more money to support his family. Dude lives in a gigantic house in an expensive area.

-At summer camp my youth pastor put me and my best friend in an “at risk youth group” with other kids who seemed to be “straying”. I took it as an insult.

-my youth pastor was a huge fan of George Bush Jr. I kept pushing that Jesus espouses “left wing” ideas of helping the needy, speaking out against the rich, etc.

-My youth pastor was super flagrant about not giving a shit about school. He was proud somehow that he failed intro Greek, twice.

-My other pastor on my grandmother’s side shunned me because I had long hair. Literally pretended I didn’t exist when he saw me in the Christmas parade for the first time since I grew out my hair.

-The message of the pastor changed as I got older. He was super nice to kids, but as late teenagers he started using tough love to teach us to rebuke worldly sin.

Fuck the lot of them lol. I keep in touch with my shit family simply for the inheritance. That’s the level of anger I have for them and what they did to me as a child. I reduce their relationship with me to money.