I grew up in a Baptist/Christian household. All that meant to me as a child was that you were not allowed to miss church. Dress code was strictly enforced; pants on the men, dresses on the women, and itchy tights were a necessity. Church hugs were how we showed affection and say goodbye to your free time if there was any church function.
By the time I was in my teens I knew the ins-and-outs of religion. I could name by heart all the books in the bible in order and recite the most popular Bible verses. I knew all the songs, the hymns and everything else in between. I volunteered at bible schools, sang in the children’s choir, and performed in every Christmas play. I also attended every youth retreat and summer program that we could afford. I did all of this because I thought it was the right thing to do. I also took pride in seeing my grandmother beam with joy and pride every time her granddaughter attended church with her.
Looking back through it all, I can appreciate being raised in church because it eventually brought me full circle.
Train up a child in the way he (she) should go and when he (she) is old, he (she) will not depart from it.
What I would come to find out in my late teens and twenties is that religion can never prepare you for a true relationship with God. My simple understanding of God was that if I believe in Him, and be a good person, life would be peachy right? Wrong. Life with God is so much more complex than we could ever imagine. It is a slow, beautiful, wonderful, and sometimes painful journey. A journey that must handled moment to moment most days.
As a Christian in these modern days, sometimes it’s hard to find people who are willing to be honest and vulnerable about this unique journey. Religion and cultish religious groups often limit the human experience by using fear and guilt to tear you down. I am here to be vocal, LOUD, honest, laugh, cry, scream, question, and discuss the taboo.
I am a Christian. I am a millennial. And I am human.