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Leaving is never because of just one thing. Not really.

It’s the result of a thousand, inconsequential one things that all converge in a single moment of sudden, irreconcilable difference.

For me, the eventual leaving of the religious community I grew up in began as a tiny question fluttering at the back of my mind.

Back then, I’d never met a question I didn’t want to take apart, examine, rearrange and then carefully reassemble, perfectly ordered, and satisfactorily answered.

I’m, by nature, a lover of straight lines and exact dimensions. I find predictable angles strangely comforting, the even length and width of squares reassuring. Curved, irregular edges and uneven portions, I had decided, are one of life’s great menaces. Questions without answers were anathema.

Questions + Answers

However, this question-with-no-answer was an uncomfortable and irregular shape, one that I could not find a corresponding answer to in my existing theology. It was like a jigsaw piece that had been accidentally caught up from another puzzle, and no matter how I turned it around in my mind, I could not make it fit into my existing framework.

I was possessed with an uncomfortable sensation that something didn’t add up, that what I had been told no longer carried sufficient weight or authority. It was an inconsistency I could not overlook nor satisfactorily explain, an unexpected bump in an otherwise smooth spiritual life.

But back then, it was just one thing. It stood alone in its irregularity and I let it sit, like a bothersome pebble in my shoe, not fitting, never resolved. This question wasn’t the explosion, merely the spark; but when I cast my mind back to all the one things that finally resulted in my departure, I get no further back than this question.

This is a difficult article to write in many respects. I have many friends and family still within the community that I have left. The thoughts I share are entirely my own and are not intended to imply any lack of conviction or sincerity in any one of them, or indeed anyone else from within that community. I hope I am able to write about my experiences with respectful thoughtfulness for the many loving and good people who remain there still.

Yet I am also aware that I cannot be alone in my uncomfortable questioning. There must be others who have asked, if not the same questions, ones that are very similar and who have then sat with the same unsatisfactory answers, ones that simply won’t fit.

What are we to make of such inconsistencies? Does faith ask us to suspend our questions or does faith ask us to push deeper into them, despite the challenges, despite the possibility we may need to admit another answer is not only possible but probable and necessary?

You may be wondering what the question was. Well, it was hardly earth-shattering. It was a question of when and where a woman ought to wear a head covering. Yes. I grew up in a head-covering church.

Principles + Applications

(I would like to make a brief comment at this point; if you are a woman – particularly one who I know personally – who believes head coverings for women are a biblical principle that should be applied in perpetuity and therefore choose to cover your head, I deeply respect your conviction. I am not seeking to change your conscience on this issue. But I can bet you have questions, particularly if the application of this principle in your church looks anything like it did for me…)

The religious community I grew up in wore head coverings for church services, Bible classes, and Sunday school, but not fellowship meals or family Bible readings. We wore them at church preaching meetings, but not during community hall cleaning or evangelistic neighborhood visits. We would wear them for youth activities, more specifically, the formal part of the event but we wouldn’t wear them for the supper and games that followed, nor at church picnics or community outings.

We would wear them during formal preaching and Bible exposition but not during informal discussion group activities. We would wear them for church worship (although a woman wasn’t able to ‘pray or prophesy’, despite the scriptural prerequisite of ‘a covered head’ being satisfied), and remove them immediately afterward.

Head coverings denoted submission we were told, yet submission, strangely, didn’t seem to be required in the home, on trips to the beach, or when we were doing the grocery shopping. Little discussion was given to the biblical principle of submitting one to another and what that might possibly mean.

Finally, head coverings were required for a church meeting of business, which was neither an act of worship nor a church service of any kind. The question took shape in my mind and refused to be dismissed – why?

Why did we wear head coverings anyway? What was their purpose then or now? Are they even required now? What is submission really? Women had clearly prayed and prophesied in public worship then, why no longer? Or why, even with the required head covering in place did women ‘remain silent’? Why on earth did we wear head coverings to a business meeting?

Did we have it all completely wrong?

I’m not proposing to suggest an answer in this article to the questions this particular subject raises (if such an answer exists) or that the questions I’ve noted form a comprehensive list of all the relevant points of discussion. I’m simply highlighting the moment, for me, that scriptural principle and practical application suddenly appeared to be inconsistently applied and self-contradictory.

Just one question. One little spark.

Piles Upon Piles

Time passed. Over the years, the questions gathered in untidy piles in my mind.

Why did we bemoan the state of the world yet we seemed to do very little by way of community engagement or civic involvement to fix it?

Why did we seem to know a great deal about the end times and prophecy yet precious little about the here and now; the practicalities of Christian witness; paying our taxes, saving our marriages, stewarding our lives and finances well?

Why didn’t more of us recycle?

Why could we eat lunch with our non-believing co-workers but not socialise with them over dinner?

Why was taking communion at church  – common union – such a solitary and miserable affair, hemmed in on either side by silence and woeful introspection?

Why, if we were a people saved and redeemed and made new, did we sing such mournful hymns of lament?

Why, if woman was created to stand alongside man, equal partners in the great mission of God to fill the earth with His glory, were the women I saw all around me prohibited from contributing in meaningful ways within the church; in teaching; evangelising, praying, and leading the congregation with wisdom and grace?

Why did I see power posturing and spiritual manipulation manifesting themselves in a community born out of the sacrificial heart of Jesus, who came not to be served but to serve and to give his life as a ransom for many? Why did nobody do anything about it?

Why, when we were meant to celebrate grace, did we seem to reward intelligence, beginning at a young age?

Yearly examinations to determine biblical knowledge were undertaken each year by Sunday School students. The questions were often difficult and, it seemed, purposely disorientating. The premise seemed clear: the more you knew, the more spiritual you were and the closer to God you got. We all received prizes at an end-of-year award ceremony, for what exactly I’m still not really sure, but ‘first in exam’ and ‘first in class’ always got a mention and an additional prize.

I don’t recall any mentions for character development, personal growth, kindness, or showing Jesus to others.

The motivation may have been sincere but the subliminal messaging was flawed. We were taught to compete against each other, not run alongside each other. We were taught that what we knew was more important than who we were being.

It often seemed to me that the word of God was something to be sermonised from, bored by, afraid of, or wielded, weapon-like at others, but never the spirit-breathed and living words of Heaven’s Creator, active and able to deeply transform our hearts and lives, shaping us for His purpose.

Compliance seemed more relevant than character, uniformity more desirable than unity and, in the end, what I could explain about Jesus significantly more important than whether I actually loved Jesus and was following him (or at least trying to).

The Spark Ignites

All the things I’ve mentioned, the questions I’ve shared (and the many I’ve left out) can most likely be found in many other churches or religious communities, to a greater or lesser degree. And no church is perfect or has it all sorted, this I am willing to admit.

None of these things, alone, were enough to cause a leaving.

But I did resolve to do something about my questions, to seek opportunity and space to ask them, to give voice to my doubts, to challenge my perception of Christian life, and, if necessary, to adjust and reorient my direction.

To let scripture speak to me, unfiltered, and be confident that the Spirit would lead me in all truth. To allow my questions and convictions to sit in tension with one another while my Christian life continued to grow and deepen, built on the solid rock of faith in Christ.

To believe that the important things God wished me to know, He would make known.

I can’t say for sure whether, in the end, it was I who left or whether I was the one who was left; perhaps it’s more accurate to say that I was simply a strange shape that no longer fitted into a space that could not change.

Like the question that started this journey of deconstruction, I was now an uncomfortable and irregular part, a puzzle piece that no longer worked with the whole. The posture I had adopted and the resulting reorientation were now incompatible with my existing religious community.

Officially, I was ex-communicated, an ecclesiastical term weighted with censure and disapproval. We can no longer affirm you as a Christian.

It implied I had not measured up to the expectation of Christian living, and this judgment sits uncomfortably with me. I have no glaring moral issue or unrepented sin that would give cause for such action. The seeming dismissal of the authenticity of my faith was painful and difficult to understand.

This only resulted in further questions. What happened to come and let us reason together? Who decides whether another Christian’s life of faith is lacking?

What really is the purpose of ex-communication in scripture? How much power, if any, should Christians wield over each other in spiritual matters?

What makes a Christian Christian anyway? Is it what I know or Who I trust?

Why does the church gather? How is unity in Christ really achieved?

Where did I belong?

I did not deserve ex-communication. And yet here I am, on the other side of something that, at one time, seemed the most scandalous thing that could happen to any Christian.

I find that I belong nowhere and everywhere. That a leaving is also a beginning. And that, when Jesus said you will know the truth and the truth will set you free, he really meant it.

I have not been ex-communicated by God.

Still Asking Why

Why did I feel the need to write about this?

Well, firstly, I don’t think I am alone, in my questions or my sense of something not quite fitting right. I am certain that there are others out there, people I know well and people who may be strangers, who are asking questions.

And I want to tell you, it is okay to ask those questions; don’t be deterred in your asking. It is the glory of God to conceal a matter; to search out a matter is the glory of kings.

The true function of Christian theology is faith that seeks understanding; to not just know more about God, but to know God. We start with what we do know – and Abraham, the great father of faith is given as the classic example – that God exists and He is a faithful rewarder of those who seek Him. And then we keep searching, and asking, and growing, and learning, and building our life on this certainty, all with the intent to know God more.

Our questions aren’t just interesting, they’re vital to an informed, robust faith that will last us a lifetime of Christian journeying.

Secondly, you may be afraid to ask your questions. I want you to know that I understand your fear and your hesitancy; your desire to avoid similar censure. And yet I would say to you, in everything we have won more than a victory because of Christ who loves us. I am sure that nothing can separate us from God’s love—not life or death, not angels or spirits, not the present or the future, and not powers above or powers below. Nothing in all creation can separate us from God’s love for us in Christ Jesus our Lord.

You are God’s beloved child and He is not afraid of your questions. If you commit your heart in faith to Him, He will lead you in all truth. Do not be afraid of those who kill the body but cannot kill the soul. Rather, be afraid of the One who can destroy both soul and body in hell.

And finally, to those who would feel the need to censure such questioning, I would urge you to pause and reconsider. The Christian faith is not defined by all the things we could possibly know or articulate. None of us would dare to claim we have all knowledge or fully understand all there is to know about God.

The Christian life is not an academic exercise.

The Christian life is built upon the simple premise: This Jesus, who was crucified, God has raised again to life and he is both Lord and Christ. Those who confess this truth are God’s children, adopted into the household of faith by God’s grace.

The question then becomes not what do I know but who am I being? Are our lives demonstrating the fruit of a walk guided by the Spirit; love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, generosity, faithfulness, gentleness, self-control? Jesus told us by their fruit you will recognise them; that these are the markers that will distinguish a true follower from one who is a follower in name only.

The local church does have a corporate responsibility in the moral matters of each Christian’s life (another day, another blog), but the people are the church, we are all responsible to each other to encourage, disciple, equip, and, if necessary, admonish in our Christian walk.

And how can we grow, make mistakes, experience grace, or mature in our discipleship if we cannot ask questions and, if needed readjust, no matter how uncomfortable?

This is the messy but vital reality of the local church; filled with sinning and flawed humans who are being renewed daily by the grace of God, asking their questions and voicing their doubts along the way.

Leaving is never because of just one thing. It’s the result of a thousand, inconsequential one things that all converge in a single moment of sudden, irreconcilable difference. Every question I had ever had, every answer I had been given, and every answer I hadn’t found brought me to the painful realisation that this was a religious community in which I no longer fitted.

In the end, leaving was inevitable.

As I have written this article, I have endeavoured to share my thoughts and experiences in an accurate and factual way, as they relate to me personally, summarising many aspects for brevity. For some of you reading this, my words may have deeply resonated with you and your experience closely mirrors my own.
Others reading this may be confused, disappointed, angry, or offended by what I’ve shared and may have received this article as critical or directed personally at them or someone they know. It is true that I have written in such a way that gives a critique of sorts. However, I would respectfully remind my readers that criticism is simply an evaluative or corrective exercise that can be applied to any area of human life, and is perhaps at its most relevant in the evaluation of our spiritual lives. Critique, while uncomfortable, can be the catalyst for much-needed reinvigoration, renewal, and revival.
No part of this article is intended to be received as criticism of any one individual, or offensive or divisive in nature.


  1. “We” encourage our kids to be critical of “the world” around them, but not “the world” they live in. That doesn’t make sense. “We” also encourage “kids” to make adult decisions, when our brains aren’t full developed until 24-26 years of age. Well written Carrie.

    1. Hi Michelle, thanks so much (belatedly) for taking the time to read and comment on this article. I really appreciate it. I think that truth has nothing to fear and that asking questions (or, more specifically, cultivating a culture of critical thinking) is an essential reality for every human. There is no arena more relevant to the application of critical thinking than in the things that relate to eternity and yet, as you point out, this kind of questioning is more often feared rather than applauded. Jesus said, “You will know the truth and the truth will set you free…” Blessings to you.

  2. Thank you for your clear explanation of the process of your journey. I have felt the honesty and truth in all your communications. I am so disappointed with the group we both grew up in. My forebears laboured to spread the message in their time. How has it gone so sour?
    I trust that you will continue to share your thoughts and committed life experience.
    May the Father strengthen you and give you enough peace to allow you to ask and answer the real questions.

    1. Hi Ron, Thank you so much for your feedback and your acknowledgment of the reality of the issues presented in the article. I understand that it has not, of course, been everyone’s experience, but I am also aware (by the numerous replies and comments received in response to writing this article) that my experience (and perhaps yours too) is certainly not a minority view. It’s reassuring to hear from people like yourself that this is not the case and that I’m not alone. It is, to my mind, a subtle form of gaslighting for some to suggest that I alone, in my tiny corner of the world, am the only one to have experienced such things and ask such questions. So thank you again for taking the time to comment – I very much appreciate the support and continued interaction! Blessings to you.

  3. Thankyou Carrie for your well put together thoughts.. I can totally resonate with all the points you brought up. Similarly I felt as you, like a square peg in a round hole in the end.. sometimes there were so many questions I was unable to articulate them as clearly as you.
    Thankyou for your courage and strength, and let’s enjoy and appreciate the many simple things of life we were denied previously.. God be with you in your journey.with Love, Christine

    1. Hi Christine, thank you for taking the time to read the article and comment. I appreciate it so much when others share their thoughts/experiences with me. It can seem almost overwhelming at times, the confusion and challenge in trying to make sense of all those questions and, for me, the place to find firm footing, in the end, was; ‘this Jesus, whom God has raised from the dead, is both Lord and Christ’. This I believe with all my heart and if God can raise the dead, then He can certainly clear my path as and when He chooses is appropriate. So, some of my questions/challenges have found answers and others remain unanswered but He is with me, as with you, on the journey! Blessings to you.

  4. I too have dared too question, from little things that I call isms, which just seems rules with no actual understanding behind them, to some major prophecy questions. I experienced the same little doubts or quarks, that you seemed to have come across. Why do I have to wear a tie to present a sermon? Why can’t sisters engage in bible reading at service, but yet we gladly let them teach the children…is that a sisterly role? We trust you to raise the children and teach them the path, but don’t question a brother, even one that you might have brought up through the same Sunday school. The end day prophecy’s really has me questioning the way he preach the doom and impending return of Christ. Basically we have been saying he is on the doorstep since 1948, once the Israel state was recognized again. Every time the middle easy has been at the centre of a conflict, thieve are the days….it has become the boy who cried wolf. I still retain a very strong personal compass and a adherence to the main rule do unto others as you would have them do unto you. And while I have not been disfellowshiped I don’t know if I would be welcome back to the table at this point. And when I dare raise issues with family members that are still involved I get platitudes and more isms as talking points. No desire to sit and explore to see if we could trace a logical argument through the bible. So I will continue my path of moral obligation to my neighbour and see where it takes me at the end of the day.

    1. David, thank you for your comments and for taking the time to read my article. You touch on further questions that demand, at the very least, conversation, and as you have put it, ‘logical argument through the Bible’. I like your final summary which seems to be ‘love mercy, do justly, walk humbly with your God’, which is, of course, the worthiest Christian endeavour. It seems to me that God is far more interested in who we are being than what we can explain about Him, that we are being transformed by our meeting of Jesus rather than simply being informed of him. I think of the Pharisees who searched the scriptures all over and yet couldn’t see the Christ standing right in front of them. How terrible if we find ourselves guilty of the same exercise in blindness. Blessings to you.

  5. Agree with you Carrie all true what you have said I personally feel that what Christ taught has been lost along the way. No one can excommunicate you from God. Please be sure that you are not alone and I for one will support you. We of all people should be joyful because we have something to look forward to helping and encouraging each other along the way. My God be with you. Love Jeanette Joseph

    1. Thank you so much for taking the time to read the article and comment. It’s so encouraging to receive support and such kind words. We certainly do have something to look forward to – and something to live for now, even though the journey is, at times, extremely difficult and can feel very lonely. Hearing from people such as yourself is a beautiful reminder that we are never truly alone, even if it sometimes feels that way. Sending love and blessing to you!

  6. Hi Carrie
    Thank you for your article. Like you , my husband & I left the Christadelphians because we believed that they were not the only ones to be saved. It says there will be people from every tribe & every tongue,& a number that cannot be numbered . We believed Jesus died to save all that put their trust in Him,not just a few English speaking people at the end of the age ! We were disfellowshipped way back in the 1970’s but we pushed the issue, knowing what a silly position they held to show the stupidity of their reasoning.
    However , God had His hand on us because it wasn’t long after & I found Jesus, my Saviour . Not religion,but a personal relationship in Christ, who set me free from all those laws & regulations,& parrot puffed up recitals. In John ch 1 v 1 In the beginning was The Word & The Word was with God & The Word was God. This is the scripture that led me to Christ ,scales fell from my eyes & I saw Jesus for who He really was.My Lord & my God. I was born again . Lift up our heads to the coming king ,

    1. Thank you (belatedly) for your feedback on this article and for sharing some of your journey with me. I really appreciate you taking the time to comment. I particularly loved your reference to John 1:1, a favourite passage of mine that thrills every time I read it. It’s an incredible, otherworldly introduction to the light and life of humanity, Jesus himself. How we long to see him again in the earth! Blessings to you!

  7. Hi Carrie,

    Your thoughts and comments are VERY relevant and articulated clearly.

    Neither my wife nor I have been formally dis-fellowshipped…. but we know the dilemma our presence in many of our former religious settings would create.

    I particularly loved your following piece of penmanship (or should that be penwomanship?)…..

    “Compliance seemed more relevant than character, uniformity more desirable than unity and, in the end, what I could explain about Jesus significantly more important than whether I actually loved Jesus and was following him (or at least trying to)”.

    Keep writing…. and asking questions…. well done!

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