The long road home.
Jan and I were talking the other day, mostly about my beliefs and where I have come from, and where I am going. She asked me if I thought I would ever return back to christendom, or another organized religion. The answer was a definitive no.
What's interesting about the question is that it wasnt the first time it had been asked. When Jan and I first dated she asked me the some question- a little over a year ago now... And the answer then was yes- I believed I would eventually return to christianity. At the time I still believed in Jesus, The trinity, etc- I just didnt know what to do with those beliefs.
I'm not sure what the defining moment was, but some time this year I finally was able to break free from my former beliefs, I was able to free my self from the thinking of the christian mind. I use that terminology because to me that is EXACTLY what it was- freedom. I dont know where I am going exactly, but I know that for once in my life it wont be out of fear.
You see, fear has been my greatest motivator for being religious. I have always been "spiritual", pretty much always believing in some form of God throughout my entire life. It has been a fear of what awated me in the after life that has kept me within the context of traditional chrisitanity. It has always been something akin of the "catch all" theory.... If I believe in Jesus, and the christians are right i'll go to heaven, if the buddhists are right i'll go to nirvanah or be reincarnated because I tried to be good, if the athiests are right then its all a joke anyway- that kind of thinking.
In fact, I remember vividly being convinced that the Jehovah's witnesses were right- I had never seen anybody so devoted to understandting their bible (that was my perception at the time, now a days I am convinced that they know their religion- and not their bible). It was through my friendship with Jeremy and his JW family that I eventually told my mom I was going to become a JW. I was twelve, and I told her I was afraid of going to hell- I cried a lot (btw- JW dont believe in hell, they believe in Sheol, the grave, for those who are not saved). My mom told me I wasnt allowed to become JW and I should stop hanging out with that family.
Eventually, when I was sixteen or so I asked Jesus into my heart in a youth group. I was one of many kids who were converted during a youth revival of sorts during the late 80s and early 90s. Organizations such as youth dynamics, teans for christ, and local youth groups flurished during this time period... as far as I know they still do.
Still, I did all of this because I was afraid of burning in hell, I was afraid of what would await me in the after life. I think the concepts in christianity really appealed to me, the concepts that I deserved hell no matter what, and that its only through the grace of God that we are allowed into heaven. I always believed I was meant for hell- i just didnt want to go there.
Eventually toward the end of high school I sort of left the active chrstiaan life. i still believed in Jesus but I wasnt practicing, Like many people in the united states I professed Jesus as my savior and practiced heathen living- it makes for great guilt.
five and a half years ago, when Kobe was born I again commited my life to christ, and eventually found myself a member of a church in MV called the Gathering. During my time with the Gathering I became a very active participant, I ended up living in a house owned by the church, worked for the church and eventually became a Decon and studied to be an Elder (a pastor). It was once again that heathen lifestyle that was my downfall- and I was asked to leave the deaconship. I was so angered by the method and the other accusations that were not correct I left the church all together.
Still, I figured I would eventually be back.
Now? Now I no longer think that Jesus is the savior that he said he was. I no longer believe that he is the way the truth and the life, I no longer believe that no one will go to heaven but through him, and I'm not sure I believe in a heaven.
I am just asking questions now a days, looking for proof, looking for something. I believe there is something out there- I believe there is a God/Goddess/Gods/spirit/something (which will be refered from here on out as the Godhead) I just dont know what it is, and I'm going to take my time to try and figure it out.
This journal will be used for that purpose. I am going to use it to record my journey, to express my findings, and to ask my questions. I will also have some fun stuff like the theology word of the week- but thats not the purpose of this place, the purpose is to figure out what is out there.
If this isnt for you? feel free to unfriend me- i wont take it personally, and I know were still friends. The articles will probably be long and long winded- The resolution will probably be nill, and for most the subject will be boring. But for me? Its a single driving force.