The reason why many people and families stop coming to church is because they feel unwanted. I attended a local Baptist church one time on Guam, back in 2009. My life was in shambles, devastated after a divorce I didn't want in 2006. My life is still in shambles, and I am often lonely. I am looking for a wife, and praying, and in the Lord's time I hope to remarry. I remember sitting in back of the church and often crying during the congregational singing and special music, with a broken heart. I have always been a quiet person, keeping to myself, which is my personality (which is why it is hard for me to find a wife). No one reached out to me. The church uses the modern Bibles. They have since officially removed the name “Baptist” from their church. But when I was visiting faithfully for two months in 2009, no one befriended me. I remember the senior pastor saying one day from the pulpit, “Some of you are like big teenagers, you expect us to come up to you and befriend you, but you need to open up and talk to us.” I couldn't believe that he said that. It was a short time afterwards that I left and never went back, not because I was disgruntled, but because I simply didn't feel like anyone cared, that no one loved me there, and I felt like a misfit. I was hurting and at the bottom of life.

You know, that senior pastor is a graduate of Dallas Theological Seminary. He also has a degree in psychology, go figure. And yet he, and I say this kindly, was so shallow that he couldn't even reach out to someone with a broken heart who was a loner. I am indeed like a big teenager, and I admit it, and there's nothing wrong with that. That's why I often wear my cap backwards (or maybe my head is on backwards...lol). I still feel like I'm 15 years old in my heart, and I like that. Brother Hyles teaches in his books that we ought to be a child, adolescent, adult.