I briefly mentioned in my opening post and about page that I had walked away from Christianity and religion itself for that matter. Looking back I’m not even sure how it happened.
I was raised in a Christian house, though we did church hop a few times as I was growing up. The first church I attended was the church my dad attended with my grandfather; the church my parents were married in. I remember he used to lead the songs during service, which is kind of funny because the man could not carry a tune, and he helped collect the offering. I am assuming he was a deacon there.
We left that church because the preacher said something about the manner in which my mother was dressing. I vaguely recall the last day we attended that church and I don’t recall her dress being that revealing, perhaps her skirt was a bit short, but nothing compared to what I see people wear today.
We then started attending a church closer to home down the street, actually. We attended that church for a few years. I believe this was the timeframe when my parents were divorced briefly (I’ll post about this topic at a later date), as they were remarried in that church. We left that church with a number of others, due to some issue with the elders and deacons.
The families that left, created a new church lead by my friend’s father. He had no formal seminary education at the time. We attended the new church plant for a couple years until the minister physically punished his son and grandson, by basically knocking their heads together, during the middle of the sermon. This did not sit well with my mother and sister, so we left.
We then went a few years without attending any formal church service, until a kid in my class invited me to a youth group meeting. I enjoyed the group and started attending church service. It happened to be the Quaker church directly across the street from my house. Eventually, my family started attending and my mother and I became confessing members of the church and my father, though never an official member, was on several committees. My mother still attends worship service there.
I, however, stopped attending and even stopped believing when I went to college…
A Mother's Special Calling 