My Tug-of-War with Religion.
Religion didn’t save my life.
Not sure if you can relate, but in my case, religion actually got in my way.
It was a tug-of-war in my heart.
I mean, "religion" is supposed to help me get closer to God, right?
But then “religious” people got all judgmental and hurtful, so I pulled away from them AND God.
Abuse. Abandonment. Rejection. Pain. Sorrow. Assault. Molestation. Rape.
I hear stories. I have a story. You have a story.
It changes your life. It changes your mindset.
Listen, if I had a bunch of time to talk to you and smooth into this, I would. But in these times, this coronavirus crisis has changed everything, hasn’t it?
I may not have a lot of time to share my heart with you. So here goes.
Quick. Direct. To the point.
Abuse. Assault. Abandonment. It changed how you have been able to live your life. .
When religion is tied to the wound because the person who hurt you was “religious” or a “Christian”? Oh. That really sucks the life out of you, doesn’t it?
Maybe you felt like you COULDN’T TRUST ANYONE.
Maybe you felt like you were ALONE.
Maybe you have felt like you have this emptiness inside that nothing, I mean NOTHING, can seem to fill.
I have seen so many people hurt by this idea of “religion.”
When I was 21 and wanting to get married, I had a pastor make this crazy black-and-white highly judgmental comment. The way he said it, the judgement behind it – totally turned me off. I thought "Christians" were to be kind and compassionate? I eventually turned away from religion.
20 years later, I tried a couple churches. I met some really nice people. But had similar judgmental results and actions from key leadership. Yikes.
As I said - it wasn’t religion that saved me. Relationship did.