I just heard that a family who is very active in our church left because of a conflict with another member. That makes me very sad.
One of the good things about growing up Catholic was the fact that we had one church. There were three services, so if there was someone you didn't like, you could avoid them. That was your only option. You could talk to Father Brown, I suppose, but he was physically incapable of speaking a harsh word to anyone. He was the sweetest guy in the world.
You Protestants have too many choices. Father Brown would tell you to turn the other cheek, come to the early service, and come home. We miss you.
Why can't we all just get along?