1 Corinthian 6:1 Incompetent Minty Church
I am writing this blog to tell others about what happened to me in my former church. I began blogging to share my personal Bible studies, but recently my counselor told me blogging is self-healing. So, I am doing this blog for two reasons, to help me forget the wrong done to me and expose the sin a church allowed. I am a Seventh Day Adventist because they teach the seventh day is the Sabbath and of other church doctrines. In my twenty-two years as an Adventist Christian, I have worshiped and fellowship with many wonderful people in many Adventist churches. But I do not limit myself to Adventist Churches. I have worshiped with Baptist, Pentecostal, Methodist, Presbyterian, Episcopal even Messianic Jews. And most of them are godly friendly people. I started to attend the Mint Hill Community Seventh-day Adventist Church in 2018. Church service was in Mrs. Leigh Austin’s wonderful house, who has passed on since. It felt like family with fellowship, worship, potluck every Sabbath, and occasional social events. I started a close relationship with Donovan and Kim Williams, which was terrific. They help me get healthier and convince me to stop lying. Donovan taught me the importance of tithing. The Mint Hill Community Seventh Day Adventist Church moved to the Mint Hill VFW because more were coming. The more Kim and Donovan would help me, the more controlling they became. I felt like I had new parents. Call me and tell me what to wear, what to eat, what to buy, or who to ask for transportation to church. Even limiting visits to my mother, my mom would question why they tell you when and when you cannot visit your mother. One morning, a police officer knocked on my door, saying I had orders to appear in court. Williams was taking me to court to prove if I was incompetent. I knew they were planning this and said it was for my good. Before the court case, Williams would let me wash my laundry at their home. Kin would do my laundry often. I started missing articles of clothing. So I would ask why I missing some clothes; I was told Kim felt the shirts were unacceptable, so she took them. The Williams also helped me get off the meds I was on, and I am still very grateful. I received an injection for several years because I told a doctor I heard voices. Donovan had informed me the injection was for schizophrenia, and I didn’t need it. When I stopped receiving the injection, I heard the voice of God more clearly. Covid-19 pandemic lockdown happened, so zoom worshipped started. I finally demanded from the Williams my clothes be returned to me, and I got them. I asked them many times why and never got an answer. I told the leaders of the Mint Hill Community Seventh-day Adventist Church, but I was told to forgive them, forget and move on.
