In the Happy Days, I grew up in a wonderful hometown church in Washinton, Iowa called Christian Tabernacle. It was non-denominational with its roots in Four Square and Pentecostal. I felt safe and secure there with the local pastor and elders and the rest of the congregation. But something happened to change a loving community church into a cult and we did not see it happening.
This post is part two of How ‘My’ Psychic ‘Friend’ Convinced Me of the ‘Truth’ by Malika Bourne.
A decade ago, I sheepishly admit that I lacked the skills to grasp the concept that some people are so sociopathic that most of what is uttered out of their mouths is a lie with the purpose of manipulating others for their own amusement. Worse yet, they have no remorse for the harm they cause by playing their sick games.