I've written before about the church that I grew up in. The things that happened in that church are the reasons for which I have not attended a church of my own in well over 8 years.
I never thought I'd be a person who didn't spend every Sunday and Wednesday in church, but as I grew older, the pain of what happened to me as a small child and throughout my teenage years over took my heart, mind and soul and I got angry with God.
Angry with him for the things that people did to me in his name.
The humiliation that I suffered in front of hundreds of people at at time "in His name."
The beatings that I received for simply doing things that children did, "in His name."
The social interactions with society that I was forbidden from partaking in "in His name."
I wanted nothing to do with a God that allowed such things to happen to me.
I was raised in a legalistic environment in which EVERYTHING was a sin. So, as I started to experience life as an adult, apart from the church environment, I decided I no longer wanted to associate myself with church and the majority (not all) of the people who attended it. I wanted nothing to do with a church that wouldn't allow me to have a drink of alcohol, or would condemn and judge me for letting my children dress up for Halloween, or would call me "Jezebel" for wearing make up, or would tell me I was going to hell if I had gay friends. I wanted nothing to do with a church that told people how to live their lives and shamed them publicly if they stepped out of line.
For years, I have been unable to separate the pain that people inflicted on me, both mentally and physically, from God. After all, he allowed those things to happen to me.
I once had a person tell me that God wasn't anything like the way that people claiming to know him behaved.
"God is love. You are his child and he loves you."
But I refused to believe that a God who loved me would have allowed me to have been hurt by people who claimed to love me.
I didn't want to believe it.
It was so much easier to go about my life, sleep in on Sundays, drink my liquor at night, watch my reality TV, wear my makeup, listen to THE DEVIL MUSIC without any guilt or judgment.
When I had my first true conversation with God recently, I confessed all of these things to him. I told him that I was angry about the things that had happened to me. I told him that I had been damaged by "Men of God." I told him all of it.
I've continued having conversations with God. These conversations have been uplifting and enlightening. They are without the chains of man or religion. It's simply me, talking to God.
Last night, I had rough night sleeping partly due to health issues, but mostly due to worry. Worry for what the future holds. (i.e. Will will lose our health insurance.) As I was tossing and turning, I had an experience that I can't even put into words. I will just say that in that moment, I felt the presence of God in my life.
It was beautiful and amazing. And I know that probably makes me sound like a freak, because I know that I've rolled my eyes quite a few times when people talk of such things. "Yeah, right. You felt God. Whatever."
But. I did.
Today, I realized something. I realized that I've been carrying my anger and bitterness around like a concealed weapon. Anytime that life gets hard, I pull that weapon out to use it against God.
That bitterness has eaten away at me my entire adult life. That bitterness has, at times, consumed me. And that bitterness has been a really great excuse to not take responsibility for my life and the choices that I've made.
Today, for the first time in my adult life, I truly recognize that it's time to let the bitterness go. It's time to stop blaming God and all of the people who hurt me in his name.
This spiritual journey is not about "becoming religious." I have no desire for religion. What I have is a desire to explore my faith in God. I have a desire to grow as a human being, to stop being so completely self centered in the way that I live my life.
Today, I took a huge step in a new direction in life and the joy that I feel is incredible.
And it is real.








This sounds a lot like my catholic upbringing :/ I abandoned God about 10 years ago and only acknowledge that there's "something" out there because, well, "something" is sure out to fuck with me. But more likely than not, that "something" has been my own crappy attitude, and just like everyone else, it was easier to point the finger.
I'm so, so happy for you, Y. Spirituality 1, Religion 0.