Long Time Heathen, First Time Poster
Posted: Wed Apr 05, 2017 12:33 am
Hello interwebs. Like everyone else here, I am a former coC member. Also, like a lot of you, I have tremendous emotional baggage from the coC. My dad isn't a member, but my mom has always been faithful to the coC and taught us to be Christians as well. Up until I stopped attending around 3 or 4 years ago, I looked like a coC success story. I was raised in a "sound" church in Appalachia, graduated from Freed-Hardeman in 2010, and (seemingly) kept attending church of my own volition in graduate school. I was baptized, regularly read my Bible, never swore, went on mission trips, never missed a service, and always helped out with the church as much as I could.
However, I hid from everyone--especially my immediate family--dissenting opinions that were increasingly irreconcilable with the coC. I disagreed with how the church treated women, LGBT folks (I later figured out I'm not a 0 on the kinsey scale myself), their legalistic leanings, narrow-minded interpretations, and emotional manipulation. The church wouldn't answer the questions I had but I knew that leaving the church would hurt my family, so I hid from everyone that I didn't agree with the coC. Shockingly, that only led to depression, anxiety, and feeling like a hypocrite. I'd still attend church even when I lived hours away from my parents because my mom had contacts across the South (who would report lax attendance to her), and when she would visit me she'd of course want to go to my church. Eventually, I couldn't take it any more so I broke down and told my sister. She tried to be understanding, but at the same time begged me not to stop going to church because she didn't want to have to lie to our mother about my attendance. Eventually, I couldn't take that any more, so I told my parents I wasn't a christian. My mom--who is very devout--wouldn't talk to me for several days, and to be honest we've drifted a little apart ever since then. When she did start talking to me again, she begged me not to stop going to church, but I just couldn't take it any more. She doesn't cry when she sees me now, thankfully, but she has taken to inviting me to church functions recently (despite the fact I haven't been to church in over 3 years).
Now that I've told my family I'm not a christian, I am happier overall. I don't feel tremendous guilt over attending a church that I don't agree with, I can live my life according to tenets I find make sense, and . . . I can just be happy. I still feel anxiety over my relationship with my family, especially with my mother and a general anxiety over the fear of Hell after death. I know my change in beliefs has hurt her, and that her world view makes it clear that I will suffer unimaginable torment for all eternity.
I'm still trying to work out what I really do believe, but right now I'm a little too burned out on religion in general. I emotionally feel that there is a higher power, but that is really just a feeling. I can easily see that I could be wrong. I might eventually try a unitarian church, but for now I'm loving sleeping in on Sunday mornings.
However, I hid from everyone--especially my immediate family--dissenting opinions that were increasingly irreconcilable with the coC. I disagreed with how the church treated women, LGBT folks (I later figured out I'm not a 0 on the kinsey scale myself), their legalistic leanings, narrow-minded interpretations, and emotional manipulation. The church wouldn't answer the questions I had but I knew that leaving the church would hurt my family, so I hid from everyone that I didn't agree with the coC. Shockingly, that only led to depression, anxiety, and feeling like a hypocrite. I'd still attend church even when I lived hours away from my parents because my mom had contacts across the South (who would report lax attendance to her), and when she would visit me she'd of course want to go to my church. Eventually, I couldn't take it any more so I broke down and told my sister. She tried to be understanding, but at the same time begged me not to stop going to church because she didn't want to have to lie to our mother about my attendance. Eventually, I couldn't take that any more, so I told my parents I wasn't a christian. My mom--who is very devout--wouldn't talk to me for several days, and to be honest we've drifted a little apart ever since then. When she did start talking to me again, she begged me not to stop going to church, but I just couldn't take it any more. She doesn't cry when she sees me now, thankfully, but she has taken to inviting me to church functions recently (despite the fact I haven't been to church in over 3 years).
Now that I've told my family I'm not a christian, I am happier overall. I don't feel tremendous guilt over attending a church that I don't agree with, I can live my life according to tenets I find make sense, and . . . I can just be happy. I still feel anxiety over my relationship with my family, especially with my mother and a general anxiety over the fear of Hell after death. I know my change in beliefs has hurt her, and that her world view makes it clear that I will suffer unimaginable torment for all eternity.
I'm still trying to work out what I really do believe, but right now I'm a little too burned out on religion in general. I emotionally feel that there is a higher power, but that is really just a feeling. I can easily see that I could be wrong. I might eventually try a unitarian church, but for now I'm loving sleeping in on Sunday mornings.