Hi
Posted: Tue Jun 01, 2021 8:30 am
I posted here years ago, but couldn’t remember my login info, so I created a new account.
I was raised COC after my parents were suckered in by doorknockers when I was two. After attending, and getting kicked out of the AIM(adventures in missions)program in the late ‘90s, I finally decided I’d had enough. In the twenty years since, TO THIS VERY DAY, I’ve had to endure harassment from my parents over this decision. It used to be that I was endangering my dad’s deaconship, and now that he’s dead it’s my mom calling me and crying about how I’m going to hell and the only reason God is keeping her alive is to see me in heaven “But it ain’t gonna happen because you refuse to attend church.”
Such conversation took place yesterday, reminding me that this concern is always bubbling just beneath the surface, making everything awkward.
The only time I’ve been to church in maybe over a decade was for my dad’s funeral.
I wrote a tribute/article about his dying of covid that was placed before millions of newspaper readers, and I also appeared on national TV. They all saw it, and made sure to add their two cents about how I left out THE MOST IMPORTANT THING OF ALL, his devotion to the church. All of his “worldly” accomplishments meant nothing next to him showing up at the same building thrice a week for decades and performing the requisite rituals associated with it.
She’s gotten even nuttier since his passing, crying because I got a vaccine, which has “infected my body with nanotechnology.” Couple weeks ago I took her shopping and while waiting to pull out of the parking lot a guy slowed down and waved us through and she said “Praise Jesus he sent someone to let us out!” And I’m like “It’s normal driving etiquette that happens all day every day.” I kept that to myself, of course. However, I’ve about reached the point of refusing to walk on eggshells any longer, with her using such statements as an “in” to start lecturing me about church. I can’t stand it any longer, and it’s going to be ugly when I finally let loose with how I really feel about(despite how much I love her)all of the CRAP that they’ve drilled into my head. She keeps saying she’s ready to “go to heaven” but I’m somehow I’m stopping her. She uses every opportunity to bring it up. Example: she saw some kind of decorative cross at hobby lobby and broke down in tears because she “can’t even stand to look at that, all I think of is how much Jesus suffered for us al on the cross.” Well, I’m on a cross, too, mom, and you’re driving the nails. I’ve been hanging on it for forty years. Best believe when she finally dies and I speak at the funeral, I will ruin the experience for everyone there by finally speaking my mind.
I was raised COC after my parents were suckered in by doorknockers when I was two. After attending, and getting kicked out of the AIM(adventures in missions)program in the late ‘90s, I finally decided I’d had enough. In the twenty years since, TO THIS VERY DAY, I’ve had to endure harassment from my parents over this decision. It used to be that I was endangering my dad’s deaconship, and now that he’s dead it’s my mom calling me and crying about how I’m going to hell and the only reason God is keeping her alive is to see me in heaven “But it ain’t gonna happen because you refuse to attend church.”
Such conversation took place yesterday, reminding me that this concern is always bubbling just beneath the surface, making everything awkward.
The only time I’ve been to church in maybe over a decade was for my dad’s funeral.
I wrote a tribute/article about his dying of covid that was placed before millions of newspaper readers, and I also appeared on national TV. They all saw it, and made sure to add their two cents about how I left out THE MOST IMPORTANT THING OF ALL, his devotion to the church. All of his “worldly” accomplishments meant nothing next to him showing up at the same building thrice a week for decades and performing the requisite rituals associated with it.
She’s gotten even nuttier since his passing, crying because I got a vaccine, which has “infected my body with nanotechnology.” Couple weeks ago I took her shopping and while waiting to pull out of the parking lot a guy slowed down and waved us through and she said “Praise Jesus he sent someone to let us out!” And I’m like “It’s normal driving etiquette that happens all day every day.” I kept that to myself, of course. However, I’ve about reached the point of refusing to walk on eggshells any longer, with her using such statements as an “in” to start lecturing me about church. I can’t stand it any longer, and it’s going to be ugly when I finally let loose with how I really feel about(despite how much I love her)all of the CRAP that they’ve drilled into my head. She keeps saying she’s ready to “go to heaven” but I’m somehow I’m stopping her. She uses every opportunity to bring it up. Example: she saw some kind of decorative cross at hobby lobby and broke down in tears because she “can’t even stand to look at that, all I think of is how much Jesus suffered for us al on the cross.” Well, I’m on a cross, too, mom, and you’re driving the nails. I’ve been hanging on it for forty years. Best believe when she finally dies and I speak at the funeral, I will ruin the experience for everyone there by finally speaking my mind.