Leaving the Holdemans: Part 2
You're probably thinking you can guess the rest of the story. I left the Holdeman church, married her, and became a "free" man. It would have been my story except for two things: the doctrines of the Church of God in Christ which completely forbids courtship before marriage and does not allow a baptized member from marrying a non-member no matter how Christian, how Mennonite, or how holy they appear to be. I was in a difficult place. By now I deeply loved this girl yet ministers as well as some of the members warned me about my relationship with her and the church discipline which was sure to follow if I didn't stop. Young, naive and passionately in love with each other, we began planning a wedding. Her whole family approved of me and for myself I had pretty much decided I would choose excommunication if it meant marrying this girl.
There came a time when the ministers decided enough was enough. Three ministers, two elders, and a deacon suddenly led me to an empty building at 10PM one Sunday night. Faint moonlight shone through cracks on the facing. I was in the center while they formed a semi-circle around me. They didn't say much regarding my music and social media, focusing instead on my "worldly" girlfriend. The questions were sharp and loaded:
"Do you know what we'll have to do with you if you don't break up with this girl?"
"Don't you realize that to be out of the church is to be on the road to hell?"
"Are you going to ruin your future with a worldly girl?"
"Can't you see this girl is Satan's tool in bringing you to eternal damnation?"
"Are you going to repent right now and confess your sin or do we need to expell you next week?"
I explained my connection with this girl, our plans for the future, that she was a pure Christian girl, and that I would really like more time to think about this before answering their questions. Yet they were relentless until finally, just after midnight, filled with dread about being excommunicated from the true church of God and terrified of forever shunned by my Holdeman friends, I gave in to their demands and agreed to break up our engagement or face shunning. It was a long, terrible night. In the morning I fulfilled my promise to the ministers and broke up my near engagement with my girlfriend. Needless to say she was devastated. So was I. I left the country for several weeks.
Hurt, disillusioned and bitter, I decided two things: I would stay out of her life but I would never go back to the Holdeman church either. At this point I couldn't care less what they did to me.
I came back to Belize, worked a few months then travelled 6,000 miles away, and commenced a new life as an expelled Holdeman since the church had decided to expell me after all. The girl disappeared from my life but the shadow of the Holdeman church still loomed over me.
A. Mendoza