In May of this year, I made the decision to become a Christian. At the time, it was something I felt I needed to do. In all honesty, it felt like the only option I had left short of throwing up my hands and jumping in with the atheist crew. For a while, I was happy, and I thought I had found my spiritual home. I found a lovely church, and made some new friends there. I slowly overcame all of the prejudices that had taken root in my head.
But as time wore on, I began to stagnate. I lost faith. I struggled with the things that so many others seem to have struggled with and emerged victorious. But my victory never came. So many months, and I was just spiritually dead. I didn't care. I didn't want to pray. My Bible remained at the bottom of a pile of books. I prayed and I prayed for God to help me out of this rut.
A dilemma. So, I sat down and I thought it over. I prayed some more, meditated on it, searched the depths of my soul, and came to the last conclusion I wanted to.
I had made the wrong decision.
In realizing this, a great burden has been lifted from my shoulder. No more pretending, no more trying to force it. I'm just not a Christian.
So, I consider this my final farewell to the Christian religion. It was an important place on the journey; I learned that there are good people who call themselves Christian. I learned that there is love, acceptance, and tolerance here. I witnessed a passion for the divine that I hadn't before. While it was eventually not the path I was meant to walk, I will look back on this time with fond memories.
So, I say goodbye. I wish those who read this the best.
But as time wore on, I began to stagnate. I lost faith. I struggled with the things that so many others seem to have struggled with and emerged victorious. But my victory never came. So many months, and I was just spiritually dead. I didn't care. I didn't want to pray. My Bible remained at the bottom of a pile of books. I prayed and I prayed for God to help me out of this rut.
A dilemma. So, I sat down and I thought it over. I prayed some more, meditated on it, searched the depths of my soul, and came to the last conclusion I wanted to.
I had made the wrong decision.
In realizing this, a great burden has been lifted from my shoulder. No more pretending, no more trying to force it. I'm just not a Christian.
So, I consider this my final farewell to the Christian religion. It was an important place on the journey; I learned that there are good people who call themselves Christian. I learned that there is love, acceptance, and tolerance here. I witnessed a passion for the divine that I hadn't before. While it was eventually not the path I was meant to walk, I will look back on this time with fond memories.
So, I say goodbye. I wish those who read this the best.
