I guess Ill post here.
Ive been trying to get someone to help me understand the christian faith for a long time. I found someone here but unfortunatly he left the forums and the other people I asked help to told me simply they didnt have time to do so, so this is my last attempt. I dont have access to a pastor, a church or anything, so i do things online. I married a little over 2 years ago. My husband is chirstian baptist. He's accepted the fact that I dont believe and things are fine as long as we dont talk about religion but I know hed like me to believe and I thought it was silly until one day we had a conversation (which ended up with him crying and me being dumbstruck) at one point I asked him why it was so important to him that I believed in God. He said "I love you and I want to spend my life with you, and I want to love you even after death. I want you to be with me in heaven." That was an eye opener. I love my husband beyond words and I would do anything to prevent him getting hurt or him being sad. So I thought Id at least look into it and see if I can understand. He's been extremely supportive of my actions.
I dont ask him to coach me because I like to argue and debate. Its not lack of respect, its my way of understanding things, and I dont want to enter his religion half hearted.
I need someone to coach me, I need someone I can argue with. Im warning you tho, I have a strange view on life. It comes from the kind of life Ive had so far.
quick intro:
I was baptised a catholic when I was a baby, follow around 7ish by the first communion, and then at 12 by the confirmation. My family never went to church, we didnt speak about religion at home. It was a touchy subject since my mother's father had been abused as an altar boy by the priest. Up until grade 7, I took the mandatory bible study class. It gave me some knowledge of what the bible is about and who God and Jesus are and for awhile I was really interested, the summer between 6th and 7th grade I took my mother's old bible and red it. or atleast red as much of it as I could stomach.
In 7th grade I was transfered to a music school. It was a multi-ethnic/cultural/religious school, so before we took religious studies, we had to do a placement test. Well...after that test I was by the head of the religious departement that my views of God and Jesus were too twisted and that it would disturb the class, therefore I was put in the philosophy class (arg so boring) that was thought by a man who had once aspired to be a priest, but got kicked out of the seminar for misconduct (he told us what he had done and I was surprised he could land a teacher position). We also had religion in music class where we learned about the history of the church in music. It unfortunatly showed us a not-so-holy side of the church.
Being such an open school and me being so naive then, I made friends... the wrong ones, but they were so nice to me and everyone is nice right?
It started with some silly things... smoking a cigarette during break, a little pot, some alcohol... nothing to bad. Then I fell in love. He was so beautiful. IVe never to this day seen anyone as beautiful as he was, and he thought I was pretty and wanted to date me. I was so happy! He was only two years older then me, more serious then anyone I hanged out with then. More dangerous too, but I found that later. After a good 6months with him, he had never done anything bad to me or infront of me. He spent as much time as he could with me, I thought this is it, its love. So he wasnt the knight in a shiny armor sitting on a white horse... he was the knight in a shiny armor sitting on a black horse. Whenever someone would pick on me hed be there defending me (now I look back its more a "threatning the bully").
Just before my bday we were walking home from the arcade and there was a shortcut. It cut throught old abandoned factory's courtyard. Well, we were ambushed there by one of my boyfriends rival. Yup he was leader of a pretty tough gang but since he started dating me he wasnt so much with the gang he was trying to steer away from it and get back into more "normal" things. Apparently the other gang didnt like that and had some grudge against him. They wanted him to fight with them. Well, he had promised me he wouldnt fight when with me and he kept his promise, he didnt fight with them. Now I wish he had but he kept his promise to the end. That day is printed in my memory and will never leave.
The leader said "Well if you dont want to fight maybe we should find something that will make you want to fight" He pulled out a gun and pointed it toward me and ordered him to fight. I was scared, I couldnt move. my boyfriend yanked me to the ground and covered me with his body. He got beat and kicked some more and when he wouldnt move away from me or fight back, the leader shot him in the head, kicked him off me and shot me in the abdomen. He then spat on me and said he wanted me to feel my life slip away. They left us there. I called to Tav and he didnt answer, I turned on my side, it was so painful but i wanted to make sure he was ok, and i saw his head was it ws not complete.
After Iretured to school I asked to head of religious study why would God let this happend. I was told "God's way isnt ours to question and to have faith, that I'd understand one day". well, that was not what i wanted to hear lol. I joined Tav's gang and the rest of high school is a blurred cocktail of drugs and many other things.
I can only guess some of the things I did but I prefer to think it was pretty horrible. I overdosed on drugs twice before I woke up and left it all behind. I was lucky that the then leader was close to Tav and me, he let me walk away. He could have killed me on the spot.
I cleaned up my act and never touched drugs since even tho its still tempting whenever Im faced with hardship even after 10 years.
About 4 years ago, someone from my past found me. I had apparently done something to him since he was obsessed with me. It was actually pure luck, I was working at a 24h donut shop, I was on the night shift. He walks in to get a coffee looks up and he recognised me.few weeks later he followed me home, walked in and beat and tried to kill me.
Ive probably said more hen I should have in here but I wanted you to know where I came from.
My husband has accepted all this, with difficulty, but he's accepted the fact that im far from an angel or a good christian girl and he still loves me.
I want to learn, understand his faith.
Ive been trying to get someone to help me understand the christian faith for a long time. I found someone here but unfortunatly he left the forums and the other people I asked help to told me simply they didnt have time to do so, so this is my last attempt. I dont have access to a pastor, a church or anything, so i do things online. I married a little over 2 years ago. My husband is chirstian baptist. He's accepted the fact that I dont believe and things are fine as long as we dont talk about religion but I know hed like me to believe and I thought it was silly until one day we had a conversation (which ended up with him crying and me being dumbstruck) at one point I asked him why it was so important to him that I believed in God. He said "I love you and I want to spend my life with you, and I want to love you even after death. I want you to be with me in heaven." That was an eye opener. I love my husband beyond words and I would do anything to prevent him getting hurt or him being sad. So I thought Id at least look into it and see if I can understand. He's been extremely supportive of my actions.
I dont ask him to coach me because I like to argue and debate. Its not lack of respect, its my way of understanding things, and I dont want to enter his religion half hearted.
I need someone to coach me, I need someone I can argue with. Im warning you tho, I have a strange view on life. It comes from the kind of life Ive had so far.
quick intro:
I was baptised a catholic when I was a baby, follow around 7ish by the first communion, and then at 12 by the confirmation. My family never went to church, we didnt speak about religion at home. It was a touchy subject since my mother's father had been abused as an altar boy by the priest. Up until grade 7, I took the mandatory bible study class. It gave me some knowledge of what the bible is about and who God and Jesus are and for awhile I was really interested, the summer between 6th and 7th grade I took my mother's old bible and red it. or atleast red as much of it as I could stomach.
In 7th grade I was transfered to a music school. It was a multi-ethnic/cultural/religious school, so before we took religious studies, we had to do a placement test. Well...after that test I was by the head of the religious departement that my views of God and Jesus were too twisted and that it would disturb the class, therefore I was put in the philosophy class (arg so boring) that was thought by a man who had once aspired to be a priest, but got kicked out of the seminar for misconduct (he told us what he had done and I was surprised he could land a teacher position). We also had religion in music class where we learned about the history of the church in music. It unfortunatly showed us a not-so-holy side of the church.
Being such an open school and me being so naive then, I made friends... the wrong ones, but they were so nice to me and everyone is nice right?
It started with some silly things... smoking a cigarette during break, a little pot, some alcohol... nothing to bad. Then I fell in love. He was so beautiful. IVe never to this day seen anyone as beautiful as he was, and he thought I was pretty and wanted to date me. I was so happy! He was only two years older then me, more serious then anyone I hanged out with then. More dangerous too, but I found that later. After a good 6months with him, he had never done anything bad to me or infront of me. He spent as much time as he could with me, I thought this is it, its love. So he wasnt the knight in a shiny armor sitting on a white horse... he was the knight in a shiny armor sitting on a black horse. Whenever someone would pick on me hed be there defending me (now I look back its more a "threatning the bully").
Just before my bday we were walking home from the arcade and there was a shortcut. It cut throught old abandoned factory's courtyard. Well, we were ambushed there by one of my boyfriends rival. Yup he was leader of a pretty tough gang but since he started dating me he wasnt so much with the gang he was trying to steer away from it and get back into more "normal" things. Apparently the other gang didnt like that and had some grudge against him. They wanted him to fight with them. Well, he had promised me he wouldnt fight when with me and he kept his promise, he didnt fight with them. Now I wish he had but he kept his promise to the end. That day is printed in my memory and will never leave.
The leader said "Well if you dont want to fight maybe we should find something that will make you want to fight" He pulled out a gun and pointed it toward me and ordered him to fight. I was scared, I couldnt move. my boyfriend yanked me to the ground and covered me with his body. He got beat and kicked some more and when he wouldnt move away from me or fight back, the leader shot him in the head, kicked him off me and shot me in the abdomen. He then spat on me and said he wanted me to feel my life slip away. They left us there. I called to Tav and he didnt answer, I turned on my side, it was so painful but i wanted to make sure he was ok, and i saw his head was it ws not complete.
After Iretured to school I asked to head of religious study why would God let this happend. I was told "God's way isnt ours to question and to have faith, that I'd understand one day". well, that was not what i wanted to hear lol. I joined Tav's gang and the rest of high school is a blurred cocktail of drugs and many other things.
I can only guess some of the things I did but I prefer to think it was pretty horrible. I overdosed on drugs twice before I woke up and left it all behind. I was lucky that the then leader was close to Tav and me, he let me walk away. He could have killed me on the spot.
I cleaned up my act and never touched drugs since even tho its still tempting whenever Im faced with hardship even after 10 years.
About 4 years ago, someone from my past found me. I had apparently done something to him since he was obsessed with me. It was actually pure luck, I was working at a 24h donut shop, I was on the night shift. He walks in to get a coffee looks up and he recognised me.few weeks later he followed me home, walked in and beat and tried to kill me.
Ive probably said more hen I should have in here but I wanted you to know where I came from.
My husband has accepted all this, with difficulty, but he's accepted the fact that im far from an angel or a good christian girl and he still loves me.
I want to learn, understand his faith.