First of all, thank you to everyone who commented on the last post. Either online or in person. Both sides of the fence were equally represented and all of you gave me a ton to think about. From the faithful, the overall message I got was that God is still there, whether I believe in him or not. Not only is he there, as one reader suggested, but he is happy with me for exploring my faith so deeply, and scrutinizing the things I believe in. It makes it more real if I do come back to faith.
So to the faithful, I extend my humblest thanks for your encouraging message. Thank you for not chastising me and making me feel stupid for unloading my soul on the internet. Also I'd like to say that you very well may be absolutely right. I might just be in a "dark night of the soul" - as one theologian called it - and God is just waiting with open arms on the other side of my disbelief. That image is wholly comforting, but currently out of reach for me.
To those of you who expressed that you were feeling the same way as I was, thank you. I got comments from former fellow Hardcore-Christians, as well as people who never believed in any of this, but kinda landed in the same place I did after reading the Bible. Opposite starting points, same destination. Kinda funny how that works out.
Again, thanks to all of you who took the time to write something back. Some of you wrote a ton and just that you would take the time out to help me with this is the mark of a true Christian.
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It was really interesting talking to people in this last week who shared their stories of how they lost their faith. From the scandals in the Catholic church, to unanswered questions about the Bible, to the way Christianity appears to be in bed with politics, to simply seeing bad people sitting next to them in church, everyone seemed to have a specific reason that they could pinpoint for making God disappear from their lives - and yet I couldn't express a reason why I was experiencing the same disbelief they had.
I went to an amazing church filled with humble, selfless Christians. I never felt like God had let me down or promised me something that didn't happen. I knew about the Catholic sex scandals and I saw the way politicians used their faith in the wrong ways, and that stuff angered me more than anything because it portrayed us Christians in a bad light, but that anger only strengthened my faith. I made it a point to show non-believers that I was a Christian and that I wasn't anti-gay, that I didn't let my faith determine who I voted for, and that we weren't all assholes. I felt like the ambassador for a God who's followers are becoming more and more disliked as the years go on. (I still plan on being that ambassador to let other know that there are good Christians out there.)
So if my faith was so strong in spite of the circumstances, what happened? I don't know. I can't really say anything specifically. It was a culmination of a lot of little things, I guess. Things that didn't add up in the Bible. Rationalizing the miracles and supernatural stories with logical answers. So it wasn't like a huge blow out breakup. I'm not mad at God or Christians or anything. I simply don't believe the magical stuff anymore. But then why does it still feel like a breakup?
Every day now on my car ride home from work, I get sad. Solo car rides used to be my time with God. I would confess my sins, pray for things, and think about big theological questions. Now its just me, and it is the exact same sadness someone would get from breaking up with a girlfriend only 10x worse.
But then I get home and see my wife and my dog. I see my friends at work and at my gym and on weekends. I see my family and nieces and nephews and realize I can still serve this people the same way I did when I was Christian. Maybe even more so now.
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Again, I'm not sure where I'm going with this evolved version of the Bible Adventure. What I don't want it to be is any sort of recruitment for my disbelief. In fact, I hope that through my disbelief, you of faith will be strengthened, just as I was when defending my faith to my friends. I think what I'd like it to be is a continual discussion. Please keep commenting and talking with me in person - I love discussing this stuff. I would love to reach a firm conclusion on one side or the other.
I'll leave you with a song that sums up everything I'm feeling right now.
But, Jesus I've fallen
I don't mind the rain if
I meet my maker
I'll meet my maker clean
But, Jesus the truth is
I've struggled so hard to believe
I'll meet my maker
I'll need my maker
To cure of my doubting blood
And drain me of the sins I love
And take from me my disbelief
I know it should come easily
But it remains inside of me
It battles and devours me
It cuddles up the side of me
And whispers it convinces me I'm
Right