After being dismissed by the FC, my parents pleaded their case to the EC. What a comfort they were! “We don’t know what to do with you [insert my dad’s name],” warning my parents of “shipwrecking your faith” and no retirement. In other words, you’re getting too old for a transfer, and if you leave, you’ll have nothing. (Except, we will send you a plaque in a couple of years – won’t that be nice.)
Soooo, one of the FC leaders (he and one other were mainly responsible for my parent’s dismissal) came for a meeting with the EC and my parents. FINALLY, they heard three specific accusations: they had “crushed” three people “to the point of discouragement.” This was something they could actually try to make right, so my mom went to two of the three allegedly crushed people, who confirmed the accusations were…false. By then and for other reasons as well, she didn’t bother going to the third person.
Ironically—to put it mildly—two of the three people were abusive dorm fathers. Never mind the crushing effects they had on many, including myself.
Never mind that my dad is one of the humblest, kindest, faithful servants I know. (Probably a good streak of German tenacity and stubbornness helps too.
Never mind his exceptional language skills. Never mind that he lived in a hut for 10 years in the jungle sometimes hungry, sometimes sick and often lonely and discouraged, so that he could learn a very difficult language and translate the word of God in order that those people could begin to understand God’s grace in their own words.
Never mind that my parents left family, home, country and all that they knew for the sake of the gospel.
I thought that’s what NTM was all about…