Actually, when I WAS Christian, I was 100% sure I had a relationship. I wasn’t a Sunday Christian. I know what you mean: I did devotions, prayed intently (not just staring at the ceiling or vocalizing rehearsed lines), listened to Christian music (and REALLY got into it), whenever I’d asked a question I spent hours and hours listening as hard as I could and trying to really prepare my heart to hear what god had to say, you know. Then one day I realized, all the things I thought god had “said” to me were only my own thoughts. Even if they went against what I wanted for myself, they weren’t god’s will, they were based on my fear of being selfish. I only saw them to be god’s will because, in the long run, everything (good, bad, or neutral) works out for the best if you have the right attitude about it. Some people need to attribute this to a god (I should say MANY people)… I don’t. I think it’s the way the world works.
To me, it seemed that I needed to be loved so badly (I really didn’t have many friends) that I latched on to anything that claimed to be love… including god. I also learned from many friends who were of other religions and who had no religion at all. I realized from researching other religions that Christianity is no more based in fact than any many religions. In fact, you know there are Shaman who can get to completely altered states of mind without any drug use (yes, I realize that many Shamanic rituals include drugs). What, then, do you feel as a Christian when you feel god’s hand upon you?
Then it started to really bother me that it was part of my religion to believe that I was right and everyone else was wrong. I had figured out something that no one else could. It was my duty to show others (even if by setting a good example) that my god was best. I had to believe that as sweet and wonderful as my non-Christian friends were, if they weren’t “saved,” they were going to hell.
I just couldn’t live with myself for that. Now, you might see things very differently than I did. In fact, you probably do, and I think that’s great. Again, we should have religious DISCUSSIONS (like this one) instead of debates.
I didn’t even make my decision until after I talked with my friend, Scott (I respected him more than any other Christian I knew, so I gave him the chance to change my mind). He had some good things to say, but it seemed like he was giving me a pre-recorded speech… one that I myself had given many times. That convinced me.
I DID feel guilty for a while after I decided not to be Christian - it was seriously hard the first time I said it too, after Scott and I talked. I always second-guessed myself,
“What if god’s telling me this,”
“No, that’s only in my head,”
“Why am I only running into Christians?”
“Because the only people I know at college are Christians!”
“Why did everyone back home in NY tell me god was sending me to the secular school in Louisiana, instead of the Christian school near home where I wanted to go to?”
“He’s testing my faith,”
“Why would he test it if he knew I would change my mind?”
etc…
In the end, I decided that I have to work on my paranoia! My biggest question was, do I dislike Christianity because it’s not true, or because I want to sin. That held on to me for a while. I DO do some things that are considered sin in the Bible… but I didn’t before I converted, and I was fine with it. I honestly don’t find anything wrong with what I now do. I decided that was absolutely not the case, though many of my Christian friends didn’t believe me - they still don’t.
That was probably what hurt the most. Jessica telling me that I wasn’t Christian cause I wanted to have sex with my bf of a year… while she was continuing to say she was Christian (and here I mean fundie) and all the while having sex with guys as well. I don’t know whether I was hurt cause I was still questioning myself… and I don’t know if she only said that because she felt guilty.
Ok, I think this hijack has lasted long enough. Sorry everyone!!! That’s my story!