Missionaries to Tarija, Bolivia
When I was young my parents took my two sisters and I to a Methodist Church about twice a month but we never missed an Easter or Christmas service. Then in my teens we moved to another city and stopped going to church all together.
In Nov. 1981 Sheila and I were married and then in Jan 1982 we were expecting our first child. We decided at that time we should start attending the Lutheran Church we were married in. Our daughter was born in September with a terminal illness and we felt the weight of sadness, uncertainty and confusion. During this time our church never reached out to us except for one couple. When our daughter died people avoided us, even our church family. When our Pastor who had presided over the funeral asked us a few weeks later how our daughter was doing, it hurt very much and we decided at that point that if this was Christianity we wanted no part of it.