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I was a Southern Baptist until about 25 years ago. My father, who died when I was eleven, was a deacon, and his funeral was at the church he loved. I continued in the church and took my own son there. However, as I got older and had more life experiences, I began to be bothered my much of the tone and some of the beliefs and priorities of the Baptist church. I liked and loved many of the people with whom I had worshipped, but I found myself unable to overcome my growing negative feelings. I wanted a church that took a more loving approach to women's issues and that gave me more room to learn and think for myself. So, in my early thirties, I moved my membership to the Methodist Church. Not a huge move theologically, but one that put me in a place where I felt positive about my religion. Changing was not easy. I agonized for months before I made the final decision. I left people who had meant a lot to me and the church my own father had loved deeply. I still appreciate my Baptist friends and respect their right to believe differently than I do. I find it ironic that Barack Obama touts himself as the candidate of change. Change begins within ourselves.
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