A little over a year ago I made the decision to stop going to Church all together. I couldn't work up the courage to go to the Orthodox Church every week, the Catholic Church was too watered-down, and liberal Christianity was just not very appealing. I've discovered that what kept getting me confused and unfocused in my spirituality was the idea that I was looking for the right faith "for me", and people around me encouraged this.
In June of this year, I started listening to the voice in my head that I had been trying to suppress for the longest time, "this is all made up, and God is just a character in a story." After a while, I decided it would be best not to put my faith in things that don't make sense. If there is no proof of something, I am not going to believe it. I was (and am) pretty content with this philosophy, and the more I live it out, the more I am at peace with the world around me. I consider myself an Atheist, and I've found community with Atheists around me. I like not having to believe things that make no logical sense to me.
However, I am confronted by another problem, and it is not one I expected. I really want to believe. I really do. I want God to be there, and I want a religion to be true so that I have some sense of how to properly live my life with some existential meaning.
I'm no longer torn by the Church's traditional views on homosexuality. I've accepted that I'm gay, and there is no problem. I do not know if I can commit to a life of celibacy for the sake of religious ideology that may or may not be true, however, but that's something else to work on.
I am working on a double major in Social Work and Spanish. I love it. I've learned so much about people and experiences, and I've had to give up a lot of my pretentious and arrogant worldview. Learning about people who are different than me also helped me come to a more understanding, compassionate stance, I suppose. One friend of mine who is a recent convert to Orthodoxy - "hyperdox" to the extreme - thinks I'm a "Commie". Oh, the fun! (We can't all be Orthodox white separatist monarchists, after all.)
This is where trouble comes in, for me. I work for a hospice center, and my agency has me help with grief support groups, make home visits with our lovely patients, and serve on a team to be a first call when a patient has actively begun the dying process - I do what I can to make them comfortable while they pass.
The thing is, so many of our patients see things and speak to people. We all have different ideas of what they could be experiencing. Most people in our agency are eager to believe when a patient says they see Jesus or angels, and eager to dismiss their experience when they see a giant purple panda bear. But this does give me pause.
What gets most of our patients through is the idea of God. All of the people I've dealt with are very devout Christians, and ask me to pray with them. Their faith helps them through their experience of being terminally ill.
I'm at a point where I wish God was real. For myself, but mostly for the patients I work with.
I just feel I can't shake the feeling that God isn't real and religions are just made up nonsense.
Have you dealt with these feelings? How do you work through them?
In June of this year, I started listening to the voice in my head that I had been trying to suppress for the longest time, "this is all made up, and God is just a character in a story." After a while, I decided it would be best not to put my faith in things that don't make sense. If there is no proof of something, I am not going to believe it. I was (and am) pretty content with this philosophy, and the more I live it out, the more I am at peace with the world around me. I consider myself an Atheist, and I've found community with Atheists around me. I like not having to believe things that make no logical sense to me.
However, I am confronted by another problem, and it is not one I expected. I really want to believe. I really do. I want God to be there, and I want a religion to be true so that I have some sense of how to properly live my life with some existential meaning.
I'm no longer torn by the Church's traditional views on homosexuality. I've accepted that I'm gay, and there is no problem. I do not know if I can commit to a life of celibacy for the sake of religious ideology that may or may not be true, however, but that's something else to work on.
I am working on a double major in Social Work and Spanish. I love it. I've learned so much about people and experiences, and I've had to give up a lot of my pretentious and arrogant worldview. Learning about people who are different than me also helped me come to a more understanding, compassionate stance, I suppose. One friend of mine who is a recent convert to Orthodoxy - "hyperdox" to the extreme - thinks I'm a "Commie". Oh, the fun! (We can't all be Orthodox white separatist monarchists, after all.)
This is where trouble comes in, for me. I work for a hospice center, and my agency has me help with grief support groups, make home visits with our lovely patients, and serve on a team to be a first call when a patient has actively begun the dying process - I do what I can to make them comfortable while they pass.
The thing is, so many of our patients see things and speak to people. We all have different ideas of what they could be experiencing. Most people in our agency are eager to believe when a patient says they see Jesus or angels, and eager to dismiss their experience when they see a giant purple panda bear. But this does give me pause.
What gets most of our patients through is the idea of God. All of the people I've dealt with are very devout Christians, and ask me to pray with them. Their faith helps them through their experience of being terminally ill.
I'm at a point where I wish God was real. For myself, but mostly for the patients I work with.
I just feel I can't shake the feeling that God isn't real and religions are just made up nonsense.
Have you dealt with these feelings? How do you work through them?