Non-Christian former atheist checking in.
I was raised by an atheist father and a former-Lutheran mother (who said *nothing *about religion as I was growing up except that when I was older, I could choose my own.) As a small child, I was fascinated with religion, but also an atheist. I guess the best way to explain it is that I saw religion as a club, but one that we weren’t members of. I’d hound my Catholic friends to teach me everything they learned in CCD. I’d hug trees and whisper the Hail Mary into their bark. I devoured books about Orthodox Jews, Amish and other “strange” religious families.
Still, I didn’t believe in God any more than I believed in Santa. I saw them both the same way, as stories people pretended to believe in because it was fun. I think I got all the way to high school before I realized that people actually believed that God was real!
Then, when I realized people really did believe, and belief was all you needed to be in their “club”, I tried sooooo hard to believe. I went to half a dozen churches - Catholic, Lutheran, Baptist - and tried to feel God. I became part of an entirely unofficial choir that rehearsed at our school and sang at various churches in our areas that didn’t have choirs. I joined Young Life, a Christian youth group. Once in a great while, I’d feel a glimmer of faith, and I’d try to stoke the ember into flame, but it inevitably fizzled within minutes. That was such a frustrating time!
Eventually, I decided it was a problem of people, not God. That I couldn’t join any of these churches because their view of God was so limited, and reflected in their views on women and gay people and other things I couldn’t, in good conscience, believe in. Unlike BrotherCadfael, I viewed Catholics who were gay or had abortions as hypocrites and liars, and could not myself join a church whose teachings I found abhorrent.
So I gave it up for a while. Then one night several years later, with my first tarot deck in hand, I went to meet a friend at a local coffee shop. We got into a discussion about religion, and I said something to the effect of, “You know, I sort of intellectually believe that there’s Something Divine, but I can’t believe it’s just an old man with a beard sitting on a cloud. I think maybe It has a whole bunch of faces that It’s shown to different people at different times in history, as they were ready to see It. And I don’t think it’s out there waving hands I think it’s all over, inside you and me and this table and that tree…”
The guy at the next table leaned over and said, “I’m sorry to eavesdrop, but I just have to tell you…I think you’re right.” Turns out he had just left the seminary for similar doubts. He told me that he thought of the Christian God as one God-face, and he can respect and worship YHVH as one facet of God, but there were an infinite number of other faces and facets. Then he spoke the word that changed my freakin’ life: Paganism.
I suddenly found that other people believed what I did. That there already was a “club” that I belonged to, even though I didn’t know it. And with that knowledge, I had a truly transcendent experience. Walking home that night, I felt the presence of The Goddess. She spoke to me, in words I could hear, and welcomed me into her presence. I literally felt her arms around me, and She held me as I sobbed in relief. That ember burst into flame, and I had faith.
Now…I often describe myself as agnostic, and most of the time, I am. I’m such an analytical, pragmatic person that, in everyday events, that faith is back to an ember, and I’m filled with doubts. Is it all in my head? Are we all playacting still? Maybe. But then, every so often She or He (I’ve worked to feel and understand the male aspect of Divinity, although it was much harder for me to connect with) shows up again, and the flame rises.