I guess I'm... surprised?

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Haggard Resigns from New Life Church

I am surprised. But at the same time I'm not. Nothing much surprises me anymore. We live in a world where anything and everythings happens to anyone and everyone. I think I would be more shocked if Donald Rumsfeld did something like this... okay, maybe not.

Timing is everything, isn't it? Should it make me question the escort's motivation with election day 3 days away with a ban on gay marriage on the Colorado State ballot? It does, a little. But at the same time, I see his point. If Haggard was outspoken in his support of the ban and if Haggard did what the escort claims, it would make me want to come forward too.

I've been to New Life Church. It was one of the first churches I tried out when I moved to Colorado Springs. Strangely, I remember liking the church, but not liking Haggard and his preaching style. The church is huge - and I really felt out of place and overwhelmed. So I kept looking for a church. I might feel different about this development had I stayed.

This may sound strange to some of you reading this, but I feel for Haggard. There is no excuse for his hypocrisy, but he clearly needs help. Anyone who tries to live a double life does. God will forgive Haggard, and I pray that he is lead into restoration. I pray that he does not fall off the radar of those in his life that he needs most to support him through this. I pray he finds grace from others. I know that's what I'd want.


Related links of interest:

Inside the World of Evangelicals
 An Accuser's Story
Richard Dawkins Interviews Ted Haggard
Why the Haggard Scandel Could Hurt Evangelical Turnout
When A Leader Falls

FYI - the worship band at New Life? They write some of the more unique new worship songs out there right now. Go out and buy Desperation's From the Rooftops. Go. Now.

What I'm listening to: Derek Webb's Mockingbird. LOVE.

Oh, and by the way, the Huskers won today and I was at Memorial Stadium to see it. What an incredible game!

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