Since I was born my parents were in the full-time ministry and lead a church that we were apart of  since I was a baby. When your a preachers kid, theres not a whole lot of choice in the path your life will take. While my parents never verbally said “you have to live the life a christian”, being so immersed in the life of the church and so sheltered from the real world around me dictated the way I would go.  I took to the life of a “disciple” as soon as I was old enough to comprehend it. I went to a non-denominational christian church that stressed the inerrancy of the bible, and how every person must give full devotion to its words. The members of the church (and myself) read our bibles daily, came to all church meetings, and spent most of our time with only our friends from church. The relationships I had in the church were deep, meaningful, and brought help to my life as a christian.

I gave myself fully to the work of God. With aspirations to become a minister I read the entire bible numerous times, memorizing scripture. I tried hard to convey to my friends at school who were part of ”the world” thier need for christ and hoped that I would be able to baptize someone who really needed jesus. I gave myself fully to my friends in the church, whom I veiwed as “saved” (like myself), trying to help them grow spiritually and become more like Jesus. I literally cannot remember a time in my life when God was not a factor in my thinking, and whether or not my actions would please him. In my church, which has the beleif that a person is saved and receives the holy spirit at baptism, being baptized was the biggest decision a person could make. A person has to go through a serious of bible studies which teach them the gravity of the decision, and legistics of what it means, before they could be baptized. I made the decision to give my life fully to God at the age of 13. I have two older sisters who made this decision at about the same age as me and lived for God in the same way. Mine was a true decision and out of a good heart, yet so oblivious to the real world and what other directions my life could go.

I lived my life as a disciple of christ vigorously for 4 years until my senior year of high school.  My parents had lead this church for my entire life until the summer before my senior year when they were let go. Months later they were divorced in a very nasty situation. My parents being let go caused anger and the divorce caused much questioning about what I had been taught my whole life. Despite all of that, my relationship and dependence on God was something that I tried hard to hold on to and had been dependent on my entire life. Earlier that year I had a friend committ suicide and my sister became depressed and ill. Yet I always felt God was there, and I turned to him to deal with my doubts and depression. After these events something changed in me. Maybe it was being exposed to the bitterness of the real world, questions of why God would let these terrible things happen to my family. My faith struggled for months, I tried to hold on to what I beleived, yet something deep within me was telling me that it wasnt real. I would search and read philosophy, athiesm, agnosticim, and  at the same time I looked into every Christian veiw and theory I could find. Hoping to find answers to put my doubts to rest either way. I came to the conclusion that I can find evidence for whatever I want to beleive, and evidence to disprove whatever I don’t want to belief. There is no sure thing, there is no real proof. 

I used to pray religiously. Every morning, every night, and throughout the day I would talk to God to find comfort, peace and direction. I remember vividly one night beginning to pray, as I sat there in my bed I started to cry, realizing that I no longer beleived that I was talking to anyone but myself. It was lonely. I cried out to God in tears, apologizing because I no longer could beleive that he was real, or that he had a plan for me, or that there was any direction or control in my life that came from him. God was my everything, my best friend, my father. Coming to terms with the fact that I no longer beleived he was real was one of the most painful things I have ever gone through.

Here I am today, 18 years old, I consider myself agnostic. I beleive that there is a possibility of a higher power, but he is not a God of religion and definately not the God of the bible. I write this letter not to show my contempt for religion. I feel no anger towards it. I think that it is something to give  hope and bring a sense of fulfillment in some peoples lives. I have no problem with it, I would not want my friends who are still “disciples” to go through what I have, I would only urge them to do what brings them joy and satisfaction in life. If that is through God for them, then so be it. But I write this letter only to show where am I right now.

 I’ve been out of the church and come to terms with my non-beleif in God for about 6 months now. I have been liberated and freed in many ways. Yet overall I feel a sense of emptiness. My life is on the right track I am getting an education and working, yet I still feel like something is missing. I don’t feel like going back to God is the answer, becuase despite these feelings I intellectually do not beleive he exists. Its just I’ve always been so sure of myself, sure of my direction, sure of my friendships for my entire life, and now I embark into the unknown. Its hard because the friends who I grew up with, who I considered my brothers, who would live and die for me, I am no longer able to relate to or be close with  becuase the entire basis of our friendship is now gone. I’m veiwed as a fall-away or screw up by the people at this church that have been my family for my entire life. And most people in “the world” that I now spend my time with don’t relate to or understand my past. I think they don’t understand mainly because of the level of devotion that I gave to it, most people havn’t given thier entire lives to something. Sometimes I feel as if I don’t belong in either one of these places and have been cursed because of my upbringing. Yet one thing I know is that as long as I’m living there will always be a brighter day. My family and I have been through hell and back not only because of religion, but other tragedy as well.Leaving the church/God made me feel as though I was literally starting from scratch, my whole life turned upside down.  I now know that I must have the courage to trust in myself, find my own meaning, make my own fate. The world is a cold place, yet we live and we adjust and we adapt. We find meaning in the relationships we have and the experiences we go through with one another, and that is enough. Though today may not be the brightest, we always hope for a better tomorow.  Good luck to all of you that may go through similar circumstances. The human experience is beautiful in its own way, you gotta keep trying