As any person would, I believed my church was my community, though most of the people in it never knew my name, or even tried to. So, you can imagine my dismay when the most traumatic event of my life occurred, and everyone in the world seemed to show up except my church.
Why am I hanging onto these strange rules of sexuality because of ideologies from a book that I don’t adhere to?
Like many people who find themselves at a religious crossroad, I turned away from the church but more than that, I turned my back on God.
It doesn’t matter where you are on your spiritual journey. Whether you’re just beginning to wonder who God is and what this ‘faith thing’ is all about, or whether you’re a seasoned believer, you’re invited to church with open arms.
Supporting Trump for fiscal reasons, while minimizing his social commentary, is making a deal with the devil.
“The devil’s reaction when Jesus rose on the third day.”
It appears that the church doesn’t always do the best job of letting people know that if they have had premarital sex, that they are still valuable.
I’m not an atheist and I don’t hate the Church. But it is my belief that religion and spirituality are highly personal and individual matters, and I truly believe that a person’s relationship with God is between that person and God alone.
Maybe it was nerves, but there’s something about a church that feels as uncomfortable and eerie as a cemetery. I’m sure it has the opposite effect on some people, but those people possess a quality that I don’t: faith.
When I quit believing in God, my mom said I’d start again when someone I really loved dies.