It seems there's been much talk about religion around here lately. Maybe it's not more than usual, but that I'm noticing it more because I'm particularly sensitive to the subject. HBC's last sermon was fantastic, though there are points I disagree with. I'm sure there are points he disagrees with, 22 years later. The one thing that got to me the most though was this comment:
"In my dreams I still hear the soulful choirs song and feel the spirit well in my chest. I have a need to be needed. I have never been whole since I left the ministry. For now I will put as much love as I can in each loaf of bread. It is a spiritual thing after all."
When you've invested years of your life into a set of ideals, when your family and friends are all heavily involved, and when all of your activities revolve around the church, it's a heartrending loss to leave. The only solace is that in leaving, you've made a choice by yourself, for yourself. You've given yourself freedom, and there is a sense of relief. The difficulty lies in the necessity of making a go of it on your own and learning to think things through in ways you never could before.
I'm feel your pain, HBC. I grew up in a fundamentalist Christian family, and that was all I knew. I'd estimate that we spent about 10 hours per week in church, with all of the activities we were involved in. In spite of the fact that my grades, test scores, and extracurriculars were such that I could have gone to any college I wanted to (really - I'm not just being dramatic about that), my parents made it clear that I was going to a Christian college and that I was going to be a missionary. I really didn't have a say, unless I wanted to rebel to the point that I would go my own way and never see them again. I wasn't ready for that, and I allowed my parents to choose my path for me. This is the single biggest regret of my life, but I have to say that I'm angrier at them than I am at myself.
My loving parents, doing what they thought was best for me, took away my right to make my own decisions. They hijacked my life and tried to make it their own. I consider it child abuse. It's like when someone sexually abuses a child - the child doesn't understand it, doesn't know exactly how wrong it is, doesn't have the power to do anything about it, and on top of that, is told that bad things will happen if he questions it or tells anyone what is being done to him. No child understands the implications of belonging to a church or believing in a religion - if that's what his parents say is right, that's what he'll believe. Children are not given the option to stay home or go to a different church. If they question their parents' beliefs, they are told that if they don't believe the same things, they'll go to hell. I still haven't heard the end of it - my family tries to talk me into going to church whenever they talk to me.
I spent two years at one of the most conservative evangelical colleges in the country. After two years of seeing more hypocrisy, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness than I could handle, I finally gathered my courage and left. I left it all 2,000 miles away and started a new life for myself. I filled volumes with the anguish of being alone in the world, of asking all of the "meaning of life" kind of questions, and of hating God and the religions that presume to speak for him. To this day I am convinced that organized religion is the farthest from truth people can get. However, I have not written off the idea of God. I won't be so arrogant as to proclaim that he does or does not exist. I just don't know, and neither does anyone else.
All I know is that there is a hole in my life where Christianity used to be. I won't go back though, having come to new realizations about God and about human beings. I'd like to strike a balance between where I was and where I am now - to embrace my spirituality without having it tied to a God or to an ideology I no longer believe in. I've gone from one extreme to the other, and now it's time to find the center.



