I grew up in a small church but it was Pentecostal. We went when it was founded. Our pastor did favor after favor with the congregation. But when it came to my dad’s father on his deathbed in a coma from stroke, my dad asked many times for him to come to pray or anoint him. He never came. And in my head I went “that’s not what god would do.” And I’ve been applying that to organizations ever since
I even went to a mega church w my ex bc his family went. A guy was there, he had been to my old church years ago. Said he preformed all these miracles. A vet in a wheelchair came to the altar, crying. Asked “I just want to walk again.” And the man who said he had preformed things like that before turned him down. I fucking sobbed out of anger