The title of this are song lyrics. With that said, I feel like I can really relate to them. I use this site to share my feelings. It’s a form of therapy. So hopefully I’m not crucified for posting my thoughts and feelings… but the song lyrics do have a special meaning to me. If you know me, you know my story. If you don’t, I’ll explain. Grab a coffee, sit back and relax. I’m about to share the story of Timmy Tabor.
Growing up, I had a good life, but with a twist. I had a biological father and the Tabor side of my family that wanted nothing to do with me. I was blessed with an incredible step-dad (who I call Pops) who did everything to provide for his family. A man that truly looked at me like his son. With that said, it never changed the fact that there was a huge part of me that felt rejected. How would I not feel that way? I mean, think about it, my biological father took off when I was a couple months old and left my mother and me with nothing. But this talk of my father is a topic for another time. Right now I want to talk about growing up in the church.
My parents believed in God. We went to a few churches on and off when I was little. When I was 14yrs old I was asked to go to a youth group with a friend of mine. I said yes and went. I fell in love with the group. There were teenagers there that welcomed me with open arms. I felt accepted. I was hooked. While there, I found my first love. A fun church and a girl to love.. how much better could it get? Within a year, my mother and little brother were coming to church. A few months later, my Pops started coming to church with us as well. It was great, my entire family going to a charismatic, non-denominational, spirit filled church. Then my late teens hit. My first love and I split after being together for 4 years. I found a new girl who didn’t go to church. She was the first girl I ever slept with. She got pregnant. She started coming to church with me. I wasn’t viewed the same way in the church after that. They accepted me, but there were people within the church that had serious issues with me. I could feel the negative energy coming from them all. I eventually left the church because I couldn’t take it any longer. I spent years away from that church. In that time, all the people who “loved” me stopped reaching out. Rejection once again. So much for leaving the 99 to find the 1.
I started to resent the church. I didn’t hate God, but I was starting to hate the church. If they loved me so much, how could they turn their backs on me the way they did? I couldn’t figure it out. Why wouldn’t they reach out? My youth Pastor would reach out sporadically but even that would be less and less as time went on. I’ll give him credit though, if I ever needed him, I could call him no matter the time of night, and boy did I take advantage of that benefit. After a couple of years being with my daughters mother, we split up. It was an incredibly hard split. It was nasty. It ended up in family court. I went down a very dark path. I began partying my face off. I moved into a party house with a few friends. We would party literally every night. I was sleeping around with anyone that would help me feel good, even for a night. I surrounded myself with people that I thought were my true friends. I felt accepted again… and so my life was all about being THE life of the party.
After a couple of years of this, I stepped away from the party scene and surprisingly all of those “friends” disappeared. Once again I felt rejected. All the nights I spent with these people making memories. People telling me they loved me like a brother. The girls that told me they loved me. All of them, gone. When I say they were all gone, I mean, gone. Not a single one stayed in contact with me after I stepped away from the party scene.
Eventually I moved back in with my parents and started going back to church. I started playing drums for the church again. I got involved with teen ministry… and then my friend, the bassist of the worship team asked me to get an apartment with him. It seemed like a great idea. I would have a christian roommate. We could enjoy the single life and be around a positive influence. Very quickly, we both started drinking. Drinking turned into partying. The same trap that I was into before turned into the same trap I had fallen back into. Once again I was THE life of the party… I knew it was wrong, but I was accepted. People loved me again… and so I partied my face off again… for close to a year… and then my roommate decided he couldn’t do it anymore. He decided he needed to rededicate his life to God and to the church. Without a warning, he moved out one day when I was at my parents house spending time with my daughter. I came home to an empty house. He was just gone. Once again I felt rejected. This time it was by one of my best friends. Someone who was closer than a brother. I was crushed, but there was a silver lining.
I met a girl. She was much younger than me, but had an old soul… and so we got together. I moved out of the apartment and moved back in with my parents. I focused on being a better father. I focused on being a better human being. Things got serious between this girl and me… and so after a while we got an apartment together. We started going to church together. We ended up getting married. My life was good again. Better than it had ever been. Six months, six days later and my wife left me for another guy. A guy she worked with. I was broken. The night she left, I had a few friends come get me and we went to the bar. There I met a wonderful older woman who worked at the bar. Little did I know she would be the mom of my future best friend.
I spent years, and I mean years partying my life away. I got into another serious relationship. It was toxic… but also beautiful in ways. I was a great father at this point. My daughter was my world… but when I didn’t have her I’d work and then drink. Sometimes at the same time. Then July 29th, 2009 my life changed when I injured my back on a job site. It was the second time I had injured my back. I had been very close to my co-workers, or so I thought. When I went out with a back injury, I didn’t hear a peep from a single one of them. Rejection.
After hurting my back I went back to college. I was determined to graduate with my associates. My doctor at the time told me if I didn’t find a new career I’d be in a wheel chair by the time I was 40. So I left the construction world and went into being a full time college student at Fulton Montgomery Community College. Here, I’d have some of the greatest times of my life. Here I’d find my wife. The relationship I was in didn’t work out. Meanwhile, I met Desiree, my wife. We were friends for many months before we ever went on a date. Once I got to know her and took her on a date, I knew she was something special… and so we got married… and bought a home… and had babies… and made an incredible life together.
Desi wanted to go to church. I kept telling her that one day we’d go. But the truth is, I didn’t have any desire to go to church. I had felt burned out by the church in the past. Did I really want to go back to a church and have them all tell me they loved me once again? I had some serious trust issues… but I felt like if my wife really wanted to go, I should be a supportive husband and go with her. And so we went. We went to the church I grew up in… and like when I was a child, I was welcomed with open arms. I felt accepted again. I dove in and got really involved in the church. I started playing drums again for their worship team. I started preaching at the church. Eventually Desi and I took over the teen ministry. We really felt like things were perfect there… until they weren’t.
Now I won’t get into details because I don’t believe in gossip, but after some hurtful things were said and done by a couple of people in the church, we decided it was time for us to step away. Once again, we were gone from a church and there was only one person who reached out, my old youth Pastor who had become one of my very close friends (more like a brother)… other than that, we heard nothing. No phone calls. No text messages. Nothing. That rejection that I felt from the church so many years ago came rushing back. And so once again we were without a church. No hatred toward anyone, just extreme disappointment.
We spent a little time away from church. Meanwhile, my old roommate, (the old bass player from church), had come back from California and took over a thriving church in the area. His wife had left him and he was hurting. We’d get together once or twice a week and have coffee and talk. I’d minister to him, he’d minister to me. He asked me to come to his church. He said he needed us there as support while he went through this hard time of life. It took a little bit, but we agreed. So once again we had a church. We spent three years there. I worked for the church doing all their social media postings. We felt like we had a home. It felt great. Once again I felt accepted. Everything was great… until it wasn’t. Once again, I won’t get into details because I’m not one for gossip… but things fell apart at the seams and after a meeting with my Pastor (old roommate), Desiree and I decided it was time for us to leave… and once again we barely heard from anyone. All the people that hugged us every single Sunday and told us how much they loved us… gone. So much for leaving the 99 to find the 1.
And so I mean what I said… I used to be so much different, I used to have so much faith. My faith in God is still very much there… but the faith I had in churches and in church people has changed. Will we ever find another church? Who knows. Maybe… maybe not… but I know it’ll be really hard for me to tell people we love them again. It’ll be hard to hear people tell me they love me again… because I’ll be questioning it every step of the way. I love you gets tossed around so often, and I love that… but if you love someone, show it… show it when they’re there, show it when they’re not there. If someone leaves your church, do better. Reach out to them. Show them the love of Christ like you’ve been taught. That’s what they need. They need to be loved on… they need to feel truly loved by people. If you’re going to love people to life, then do exactly that… love them to life, especially when they’re hurting and lost. Don’t just love them enough to get them into your church and giving you their money. Show them you love them no matter what… especially if they leave. That’s when you should be loving them the most.
So like I said… I don’t know if we will ever get involved in a church again. There’s a chance we would. There’s a nice church Pastored by a great guy, but it’s like 25 minutes away and honestly, I don’t know if I want to make the drive every Sunday. The fact is, I need a heart change if I’m going to put forth any effort into a church. I know it would be good for my kids to go to church. They love Jesus, and I love that. So I know it’s important for them, but I just don’t know if I can do it again. I’d like to say I will, but I’m just not sure… and that’s okay.
Until next time,
What You Do Matters.