I had a telephone “chat” with the VBS director yesterday about her 3-page application form. She basically called me a bad mother (“I don’t understand why you wouldn’t want to have the people your children come in contact with carefully screened and monitored.”) and let me know that while I was welcome to serve cookies (“If you still feel comfortable with our program.”) I would “certainly understand why she[sic] couldn’t approve me[sic] to work directly with children.” She single-handedly reinforced my feelings about the Baptist church. At the risk of being attacked by loyal church-goers I will state just a few of the reasons why I left the church after 30 years of involvement. I was a known trouble-maker in church with my often-stated opinions that contradicted with the Baptist theology. They ignored my beliefs on homosexuality, missionaries and other religions because I’m sure they felt they could reform my beliefs. In turn, I tolerated the ignorant, self-righteous individuals who told me almost weekly that my Autistic son needed some serious spankings. The final straw for me was when my husband of nine years informed me that he needed “time for himself” and he was “tired of everything being about the kids”. I guess the drinking after work every day and all nighters in chat rooms and on cyber-porn sites wasn’t enough about him. I was then advised by my church minister to “let him sow his wild oats and wait for him to return”. I got no sympathy, only lectures about being a good wife and standing by my man even when he wasn’t there. They gave my ex the same stupid speech too. When he received divorce papers a year and a half after he left (he was living with another woman at that point), he called me up and furiously screamed that I was “supposed to wait for him”. I don’t go to church any more.