I thought as I started this blog, it would be good to begin by telling a bit of my story, spiritually speaking.
How did I get from no particular faith to a fairly strict conservative Christianity to reading tarot cards and talking to the moon?
Well, it began with my father refusing to attend a traditional church. When I was growing up, we spent most Sundays at a Unitarian Universalist church, listening to dry intellectual lectures and waiting for the after-church snacks. Or, at least, that's how it seemed when I was little.
I remember asking my father what happens when you die. He told me that there's no way to know because no one had ever died and come back to tell us what it's like. I believed him. But years later, was quite angry with him!
Plenty of people have had near-death experiences! Could he not have told me that? And in fairness, shouldn't he have at least mentioned Jesus, even if he didn't believe that he came back to tell everyone he had conquered death?
Something was missing, for me, in the experiences I had at the UU church. I haven't been to a Sunday service as an adult, so I don't know how I would feel about it today, but when I attended a class there, I loved it.
Meanwhile, I started a list of questions I intended to ask God as soon as I got the opportunity. I thumb-tacked it to the wall after each new question and eventually had over a 100.
During my adolescence, a friend of mine said she had become saved and told me that if I went to church with her, I would get all of my questions answered.
I didn't.
But after watching one of those scary rapture films, I did do everything they said when they asked if I wanted to get saved. And then, I went to a Christian college, a Christian grad school and a charismatic cult-like "shepherding" church before I kind of crashed.
More on that how I survived the crash in my next post!
.
Posts
