One year before I came out, I had joined a Presbyterian church. i had never attended church before, but felt a need to be a part of a community. Just a weeks before I was about to start living full time I met with my pastor. I told her who I was, but it was very confusing to her. She had no opinions, or thoughts of what I should do. Fearing I might be a disruption to the church, I decided to stop attending.
Six months later, I received an email from the pastor. She said there had been an elders meeting, and in that meeting they wondered where I was and why I stopped attending. My pastor had told them of my changes. She said they unanimously wanted me back.
I remember attending service a few weeks later. I got there half an hour later so I could sit in the pew, collect my thoughts. I was so scared and nervous.
One by one, members of the congregation greeted me, welcomed me, hugged me. It was amazing. A year later, I became a full member of the church, and got an opportunity to address the congregation.