07-09-2012, 09:26 PM
Archubbycub, I can relate totally to your experience... It is not God that I blame though. I believe that as we go on in life our views change as we get more and more 'disillusioned' or lose that innocence that once made it easy to believe this or that. Pix's example of Santa Claus is one of them, I suppose.
I think it is normal for you to feel resentment for the church because after taking in all the homophobic bullsh*t that some of the churches spew out, it becomes difficult to believe that we've been able to be such fools for all this time.
However, we shouldn't through out the baby with the bathwater here. Some of the Christian teachings (no doubt Jewish ones and Muslim ones and Buddist ones etc.. as well) make a lot of sense and they make you the man you are today, a man with 'character' in the old sense of the word.
When the church starts saying things that we don't believe in, or that we know to be wrong and wrongful, that's the time when doubt sets in, as it seems to be in you at present.
This is a time to make your own idea of what God means to you and what spirituality means to you. Is it a God of love, or is it a God of rejection? If the latter, then why would you worship him / her / it?
What clinched this change for me was when I finally realised that I could be a sexual person. I was a fairly late bloomer and did in quick succession a gay relationship (short lived) and a straight one (in which I remained for four years -- we broke up for no reason related to us falling out with each other but due to circumstances). But I who thought I'd save myself for marriage, and was until then a virgin, had stepped over the boundaries. The vicar came to have a talk with me after church one day, and fairly chased me away with his words. I thought he was vehement, vindictive and completely wrong. Of course my new love relationship was distressing my mother and she must have told him so. Little did it matter that my younger brother was gay and having gay relationships, and that my elder brother had had countless girlfriends, that no doubt he had slept with. But he was not aware of those, I don't think. I was the virginal one, I was the one disappointing the 'community'.
That's when I understood that this had nothing to do with spirituality. It was a social thing... just me not conforming to the 'social' norms of my church. This could only happen because other members of the church knew me and knew my life. Had I been a complete stranger, the vicar would not have said anything even if was 'living in sin', because he wouldn't have known, unless I or someone else told him.
As I saw it then, I was doing nothing wrong. I was in love and loving the person I loved, wholly. I was not living a sin, nothing worse than all the greed, rancour, hate that others might be practising on a daily basis. I realised that God, if he was love, would not reject me for such silly reasons as this social norm of virginity. But since it displeased the church, I started not going anymore. Once I'd started that, I found it more and more difficult to adhere to the liturgy and the routine of services in the Anglican Church, finding the words we were saying boring, inaccurate and potentially mindless or hypocritical. Had I realised, at that point, that I was indeed gay, it couldn't have been worse.
My now departed mother, bless her heart and soul, while striving to defend her two gay sons' rights in society and church, never found the courage, to her own great disappointment, to tell the successive vicars that she had two gay sons, when the vicar showed any kind of non-understanding or bigotry. Sad, eh?
I think it is normal for you to feel resentment for the church because after taking in all the homophobic bullsh*t that some of the churches spew out, it becomes difficult to believe that we've been able to be such fools for all this time.
However, we shouldn't through out the baby with the bathwater here. Some of the Christian teachings (no doubt Jewish ones and Muslim ones and Buddist ones etc.. as well) make a lot of sense and they make you the man you are today, a man with 'character' in the old sense of the word.
When the church starts saying things that we don't believe in, or that we know to be wrong and wrongful, that's the time when doubt sets in, as it seems to be in you at present.
This is a time to make your own idea of what God means to you and what spirituality means to you. Is it a God of love, or is it a God of rejection? If the latter, then why would you worship him / her / it?
What clinched this change for me was when I finally realised that I could be a sexual person. I was a fairly late bloomer and did in quick succession a gay relationship (short lived) and a straight one (in which I remained for four years -- we broke up for no reason related to us falling out with each other but due to circumstances). But I who thought I'd save myself for marriage, and was until then a virgin, had stepped over the boundaries. The vicar came to have a talk with me after church one day, and fairly chased me away with his words. I thought he was vehement, vindictive and completely wrong. Of course my new love relationship was distressing my mother and she must have told him so. Little did it matter that my younger brother was gay and having gay relationships, and that my elder brother had had countless girlfriends, that no doubt he had slept with. But he was not aware of those, I don't think. I was the virginal one, I was the one disappointing the 'community'.
That's when I understood that this had nothing to do with spirituality. It was a social thing... just me not conforming to the 'social' norms of my church. This could only happen because other members of the church knew me and knew my life. Had I been a complete stranger, the vicar would not have said anything even if was 'living in sin', because he wouldn't have known, unless I or someone else told him.
As I saw it then, I was doing nothing wrong. I was in love and loving the person I loved, wholly. I was not living a sin, nothing worse than all the greed, rancour, hate that others might be practising on a daily basis. I realised that God, if he was love, would not reject me for such silly reasons as this social norm of virginity. But since it displeased the church, I started not going anymore. Once I'd started that, I found it more and more difficult to adhere to the liturgy and the routine of services in the Anglican Church, finding the words we were saying boring, inaccurate and potentially mindless or hypocritical. Had I realised, at that point, that I was indeed gay, it couldn't have been worse.
My now departed mother, bless her heart and soul, while striving to defend her two gay sons' rights in society and church, never found the courage, to her own great disappointment, to tell the successive vicars that she had two gay sons, when the vicar showed any kind of non-understanding or bigotry. Sad, eh?