Second, as long as I’m pleasing God and obeying His Word, it makes no difference to me what people call me.
Third, and most important, I wear their words of attack and insult as a badge of honor. For Jesus Himself said, “Woe unto you when all men speak well of you.”
I may not possess a hateful bone, but I do possess a broken heart—not only for my former church, but also for the very few (and I do mean very few) remaining faithful believers in the Episcopal Church who misguidedly think they can stay and be a light.
Tragically, they have become an ember. The Episcopal fire has gone out, and I pray that those remaining believers will get out before their fire is extinguished also.