Like Vibrotronica, I was raised in the Church of Christ, then went to a Church of Christ college, then got a job teaching in a private Church of Christ school. It was a very, very sheltered existence, and my knowledge of what happened outside of the church came mostly from books. Thanks, Mom, for never censoring my reading like the other kids’ moms did!
For me, it started pretty personally. As I got older (and more educated), I wanted to be active in the church, to serve in the areas I was skilled in. But I kept running into walls. Women aren’t allowed to participate in a lot of types of service, and there were more that were only accepting husband/wife pairs, not unaccompanied single women. As I got older and stayed single, people started getting more and more uncomfortable with it. I had been told more than once that the next step in my life would be to marry and raise my children, and I become more and more odd when I declined to do so.
I got really frustrated about not being allowed to help at tasks I KNEW I could do. I asked God why he had been so cruel as to give me a brain, a mouth, hands, if he didn’t want me to use them. I started reading about the subject, and realized that my church was just wrong.
Once I had dealt with the idea that my church could be wrong (a new and somewhat disturbing idea), I started reading more, and discovered a lot more areas that didn’t seem to hold up to scrutiny. Why on earth shouldn’t I drink in moderation? How is it a sin, when Jesus did it? Isn’t it ridiculous to say that people who don’t practice our form of Christianity are condemned? Why would God reject the Methodists, or even (gasp!) the Catholics? Would he really send his son to die, then wait another 1500 years until my little church was founded to start saving people? (They believe they have always existed, but they don’t have a strong sense of history).
Coming out of fundamentalism without losing faith altogether isn’t an easy thing to do, but the process has made me stronger in my faith, in the end. I had so many questions, so much doubt, and was so very confused, that I think I would certainly have become an atheist if God wasn’t still guiding me towards conclusions that would work for me.
It’s hard to describe what it was like, emerging from the Church of Christ, to anyone who hasn’t experienced a similar process. There was so much more to the world than I’d ever had a chance to experience. Imagine a child placed in a remote convent to be raised, then as a woman, being sent on her way. It’s kind of like that.
Sometimes people think I’m cute because I get so excited about things, so amazed by all the different kinds of people and different experiences, and I guess that even though I’m fairly mature and well educated, I sometimes come off as childlike. But that’s why-- the world is so amazingly big and complicated and beautiful, and I’m just now getting to explore it.
Another thing that’s hard to explain is how central a role the church played in my life, and how hard it was to separate myself from it. It was my spiritual life, but also my professional life and my social life. My work, all my friends, and all of my family were part of it. Leaving has put a real barrier between me and my family, and I have to hold my tongue around them in a way I never did before. I’ve had to make new friends, find new ways to live, and, in many ways, almost completely reinvent myself, and none of that is easy.
But I wouldn’t go back for anything. The last two years or so in that church, I was growing so miserable that complete recreation of my life is a small sacrifice to make. The feeling of freedom is incredible, and the idea of grace means so much more to me now that I’ve stifled under legalism and been freed from it.
Lots of words, not all of them all that useful, but that’s some of my experience.