After almost a year of controversy, blogs, and so much more, I finally decided to leave the Memphis Church for another church home last night after the weekly Midweek because frankly, readers, I was getting tired of all the mess.

When I came to this church, I thought for sure that this church would be completely different from the other churches I've attended in the past, including the church I called home for 17 years before moving to Whitehaven for my senior year of high school.

But I was wrong.

What I thought was a good thing for me spiritually was more of a clash of two different schools of thought.

No lie, I had some great times in the church, driving to Atlanta in a driving rain with a few friends,  risking life and limb in a volleyball game, and watching the Pistons beat the Grizzlies, times I will never forget.

But lost in the shuffle of those great times, was the rift between myself and one of the church members, who pretty much said to me on Sunday that if I was going to continue to be myself, which I have been for 23 years, then I need to go.

Which to me was like saying , we love you, but if you want to be yourself, we don't want you here.

If you're a Christian or in this case, my friend, you're going to accept me for who I am and try to understand me.

And after a year, it's clear that they didn't want me there in the first place.

I know that outside this church, it's a great big world that God wants us to experience while we're on Earth, places to go, people to meet and enter in our lives, and so much more.

I just hope one day some of the people there will understand that.