One of the ironies in all of this is the idea of family.
As a Jewish follower of Jesus, one of the most common questions I am asked is whether my family disowned me when I became a Christ-follower. It is not uncommon in Judaism for parents to hold funerals for their children who convert.
My family and parents neither had a funeral nor disowned me. In fact, while obviously my parents were never happy with my faith decision, I am close to them today and we have a close family. In the midst of all that has happened these last 4 months, one of the few bright spots has been the compassion, support, and grace from my family — and a reminder of how important they are to me.
Simply put, I think my parents would say you can’t disown someone from the family because love is unconditional. You can’t get kicked out of the family.
The irony, of course, is that the church was also my family. And it was always church people who asked me about being disowned — the same people who now have disowned me and kicked me out of the family.