there once was a very good Christian girl who had all the answers it was so very simple quite quite clear the Bible made it so it all went according to plan for well over three decades and then something happened
My "something" was a slow gradual questioning due to the church's treatment of the LGBTQIA+ community. But (sadly), that wasn't enough at that time. Trump pushed me down the slippery slope. I couldn't reconcile it. I couldn't figure out how the very christians who preached purity, love for the poor, help for the downtrodden, care for the orphan, etc. etc. my entire life could support a man who was the opposite of all those ideals. I have a feeling Trump was the death knell for MANY MANY millennial christians.
My “something” was the way I was treated following a miscarriage, the way the therapist opened my eyes to maybe the pastor isn’t always right, and then it kept spiraling from there. For me, I knew I didn’t want my kids raised in a church that was so sexist, racist, and harmful in many other ways. They deserved better.
Sep 6, 2022·edited Sep 6, 2022Liked by Marla Taviano
My "something" was the 2016 election night co-occurring with the death of a relative from thyroid cancer, and my roommate telling me she voted for Trump. November 9th 2016 was the worst day of my life. Especially because I had been taught by my church that God can give us "trials" for the "perfection of our faith," so I was constantly asking God why, believing God caused these things to happen.
An utter break in my understanding of God and myself that I had to let happen so I could heal. I wouldn't have be able to simplify it like that in the moment, but I was at my absolute worst, I realized none of the religious things I was doing or believing were working, and I literally had to choose to try something - anything - different or I wasn't not gonna survive.
Bought for a friend! Thanks for sharing!
My "something" was a slow gradual questioning due to the church's treatment of the LGBTQIA+ community. But (sadly), that wasn't enough at that time. Trump pushed me down the slippery slope. I couldn't reconcile it. I couldn't figure out how the very christians who preached purity, love for the poor, help for the downtrodden, care for the orphan, etc. etc. my entire life could support a man who was the opposite of all those ideals. I have a feeling Trump was the death knell for MANY MANY millennial christians.
My “something” was the way I was treated following a miscarriage, the way the therapist opened my eyes to maybe the pastor isn’t always right, and then it kept spiraling from there. For me, I knew I didn’t want my kids raised in a church that was so sexist, racist, and harmful in many other ways. They deserved better.
My "something" was the 2016 election night co-occurring with the death of a relative from thyroid cancer, and my roommate telling me she voted for Trump. November 9th 2016 was the worst day of my life. Especially because I had been taught by my church that God can give us "trials" for the "perfection of our faith," so I was constantly asking God why, believing God caused these things to happen.
An utter break in my understanding of God and myself that I had to let happen so I could heal. I wouldn't have be able to simplify it like that in the moment, but I was at my absolute worst, I realized none of the religious things I was doing or believing were working, and I literally had to choose to try something - anything - different or I wasn't not gonna survive.