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<\/a>I have always been a Christian.<\/span><\/div>\nI cannot remember a time in my life where I doubted the existence of God and his involvement in my life.<\/p>\n
Today its another story. This blog has been sounding a bit schitzo lately, because for the first time in my life I simply don\u2019t know<\/em>.<\/p>\n Some days I am convinced that God is there and that I want to serve him. And the next day I wonder why I ever believed any of it.<\/p>\n I grew up in a family that was too Christian for church. I was baptized as a 2 year old in an Assemblies of God<\/a> Congregation. It was a believers baptism, so I guess I must have been able to lisp \u201cI love Jesus\u201d or something like that. We went to church, here and there. We moved alot when I was young, so the churches changed quite a bit. My parents were ex-catholic\u2019s who had never really settled on a protestant denomination, we were bible alone type of people. And every church we went to added stuff. At least that was why Dad said we weren\u2019t going back.<\/p>\n My last childhood\u00a0memory of consistent church attendance was when I was 8. We attended a small non-denom, slightly pentecostal church. With few elders and a very old minister. We went there for almost 2 years.<\/p>\n Then we moved again. Almost simultaneous with the move, we became more rigid than ever. We wore dresses only now, all participation with homeschooling groups and co-ops ceased.<\/p>\n We tried out many different churches. But there was always something that didn\u2019t add up. <\/p>\n The songs were too modern, or they had a praise band. They had a \u201cHarvest Party\u201d around Halloween time, and that was just as bad as Halloween itself. The preacher was too young, the elder\u2019s families weren\u2019t living godly lives, the women were \u201cimmodestly dressed\u201d, they had a nursery or Sunday school that separated the younger children from their parents. And usually, the sermons were incorrect in some way. We spent the ride home talking about what had been wrong with the teaching.<\/p>\n So we \u201chome churched\u201d. For 9 years. My Dad read the bible aloud to the family every day, and told us what the passage meant. We prayed every time we read the bible, at every meal, and every bedtime. Christian music and devotionals (including study bibles) were not allowed, because it was almost impossible to censor them. Besides, who knew if the people writing those books or songs were really living christian lifestyles or not? <\/p>\n When I was almost 19, we began attending a fundamentalist, Quiverfull church that sang hymns with piano accompaniment. I don\u2019t know why we stuck with that church, Dad still disapproved of the Elders families, and the age of the minister, and some of the teaching. But stay we did. And that is where my husband and I met, courted and married over the course of the next year.<\/p>\n As you all know, we went off to Seminary and\u00a0eventually took a call. I discovered an interest in the Catholic Church. At that point in my journey, I was staunchly Christian, but skeptical of Catholicism<\/a>. Now I find my self skeptical of Christianity itself, but still interested in the Catholic Church<\/a>.<\/p>\n I\u2019m not sure I can fully explain what has happened. I was excited to attend church at first, but over the next 3 years, it felt like everyone was trying to interpret God for themselves and everyone else. The rampant disapproval that Christians have of other Christians based on their own biblical findings was very discouraging for me. I thought that people that attended a church would be more united in Christ and committed to loving one another without judgment. But I was wrong, it was everywhere. And as a newly minted minister\u2019s wife, I felt it even more.<\/p>\n Part of the initial appeal of the Catholic church was the hierarchy. Finally!<\/em> An authority outside the local body! A church that had stayed united for 2000 years! An amazing<\/em> Catechism that applied to everyone\u2019s life! Pastor-personality cults would be eliminated, because all pastors would be required to adhere to the same teachings. And every faithful catholic could have a place to go to and get the same answers. Finally Christians could stop arguing and worrying about how to live a Christian life, and just do it! But again, I was wrong. Judgement was still there. <\/p>\n Now people interpreted the magisterium to support whatever their beliefs were. Catholics criticized other Catholic\u2019s, calling each other radical\u2019s or cafeteria catholics. People with lots of children might not be responsible parents, and people with smaller families were assumed to be using birth control. Catholic\u2019s with strong personal preferences for certain worship services made fun of other types of worship. Catholics judge how other people school their children, they judge how often you go to confession, and who you vote for in the elections. Some Catholic bloggers leave nasty comments on non-catholic blogs (And I\u2019m not talking abut my blog here) all in the name of defending their perception of truth.<\/p>\n In all of this, I\u2019ve found myself less and less willing to call myself a Christian of any kind. I detest the God that the activist Christian portrays, what they say He demands of us. I\u00a0would never desire that\u00a0my kids be that kind of Christian. I would rather have my kids be nominal Christians than fundamentalists. I\u2019ve tried telling myself that I don\u2019t have to be that kind of Christian.<\/em> I can be a Christian that actually loves people, refuses to judge, accepts everyone, shuts my mouth and evangelizes solely by the life I live. <\/p>\n But I am afraid.<\/span> <\/p>\n When I read the bible or the catechism, I hear the extreme. I don\u2019t know how to be a \u201cnormal\u201d Christian (if that even exists). Deep down I feel that if I let myself get sucked into religion again,\u00a0I\u00a0will let it become the drug that it is for so many Christians. Instead of using it to beautify my life, I will use it to control and judge the lives of others. <\/p>\n In my fear, I have pushed further and further away from the faith. I don\u2019t talk about God to my kids, I don\u2019t read the bible, I don\u2019t listen to Christian music, I have a hard time reading Christian books. I still pray, but I just can\u2019t handle anything else religious. Anything overtly Christian seems to be lying in wait for the moment that I relax my guard so it can jump in and change me back into that person I don\u2019t want to be. <\/p>\n The strange thing is, I have never<\/em> been so happy. I have never<\/em> felt so free. <\/p>\n And that scares me.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/body><\/html>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I have always been a Christian. 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