“I have to do something about my situation” is a work of this flesh, anchored in a willful sense of personal power. But I surrendered to Jesus. I have no power of my own. It’s pride sneaking in. And that comes before a fall. Humbly, I serve … or I can’t serve at all.
Many of the evangelical leaders - ones I love and respect - are painting borders. Putting up fences. To them, it's their job to assess me. I'm either in or out, from their perspective. If I believe one way or have this or that problem, I'm either welcome or not. Sounds like a "clique" at least. "Cult" is a tough term to swallow. But a big chunk of evangelical christendom totters on the brink of apostasy. Sounds like Pharisees are taking over, doesn't it?