Does this church care about forgiveness and kindness and empathy? Do they care about hearing both…read moresides of the story before making a decision of how they feel or what they think about another person who they've never met based solely on the words of one person? And that one person just so happens to go to this church so her words and what she says must be infallible and 100% the truth? I'm thinking that if this involves children which it does, my two little ones, that if there happens to be a claim of abuse taking place towards them no matter what form it is, whether it's emotional, psychological, mental, which are just as harmful as physical, that a pastor of a church would want to get to the bottom of it and find out what's really happening. Isn't church a place where you go in times of need or you need help! Aren't churches a place where you go to put families back together? I dropped off my son one Sunday, at the church then went next door to work out. I just wanted to see my daughter. I guess it's the only way I'm allowed to, is through binoculars 100 yards away. It's been 2 years since I've seen her. I still to this day have never been told what I've done wrong, what I've done to her or either of my little ones. Last time I saw my daughter, she was sitting on my lap, along with my boy, and I was fixing her hair and she was talking about bobba tea. Nothing wrong at all, I was loving my kids. Since then I haven't seen her. How does she now say she hates my guts and never wants to see me again? I can't see then on Christmas, Easter, birthdays, nothing. I can't even call. Two Christmas's ago I went to their moms to bring them presents. I heard their mom tell them, hide you guys, it's your dad. She never answered. I told our kids that I Iove them and wished them a Merry Christmas. Left the presents at the front door and left. On Easter Sunday, I had a big bag of candy and plastic eggs. I knocked and wanted Their mom to help me fill the eggs for the kids, but she didn't come out, never answered. I filled the eggs myself and hid them in front and under the stairs of the apt. I had 2 big Easter baskets filled with all kinds of goodies. I knocked again and said I'm gonna wait to see if you change you mind. So I waited 15 minutes and knocked again and said that I am now leaving please be sure to have the kids come out and get the Easter egg baskets and stuff so they don't get stolen. As I was walking away about halfway through the apartment complex I hear my last name called. And it's only one kind of person who addresses you by your last name, and that's the police. I wasn't yelling or screaming or being irate in any way. So Easter Sunday I sat in the back of a police car for an hour for hiding some Easter eggs for my kids and bringing them Easter baskets. On my daughter's birthday I got a cake and flowers for her. I was there for 10 minutes and got no answer so I lit the candles and started singing happy birthday to my daughter and she let both of them out for about 3 minutes. I went over there one time to see my kids and they were getting ready to go to some dance so I asked their mom if it's okay if my son hangs out with me for a couple hours and I'll be back after the dance is over. It took me a minute but I finally convinced her to let him go with me. 15 minutes after I left she called the cops on me and tried to report me for kidnapping. I'm not perfect, I try my best to be a good dad. The whole time I've been divorced I have had someone trying to destroy that relationship between my kids and myself. They have been told things like what I say doesn't matter, that they don't have to listen to me, that they don't have to do anything that I asked him to do, that my mom is not their grandma, that my brother is not their uncle and that she wishes I wasn't their dad. I have told her for years that she will not be happy until she gets our kids to think about me the same way she does. With hate. We were married for 10 years. I made mistakes, so did she, There's no blueprints for being married. We couldn't seem to get along so we went our separate ways. Nothing at all had to do with our kids. My kids were never neglected or abused. Sure, I had to get on their butts every once in a while, what parent doesn't. This isn't some new story that no one has never heard before, but yet everyone wants to play stupid about. But to have a church just completely ignore it, and I'm just the bad guy, and she goes to the church, so she must be telling the truth, then tell me let the courts deal with it, (which shows complete ignorance of how the family court works, and an