This post was a little difficult for me to start, but I think it’s important for me to finally say something:
I don’t believe in God anymore.
I went to church almost my whole life. I attended church camp in Park Rapids, Minn., for years. I was confirmed in tenth grade, and then I taught Sunday school classes for a few years, as well as co-lead a confirmation group Wednesday nights. I just wanted to be a good Christian. I held my values close to my heart. I didn’t drink until I turned 21. I didn’t swear or disrespect others. I bought cross necklaces, books on faith and Christian rock CDs.
I had been going to church basically my whole life, but it felt like I was just rehearsing lines and believing because other people told me to believe and I was a good girl and I wanted to fit in. I feel I truly became a Christian when I was in ninth grade. I was invited by a friend to go to a Superchick concert at the Civic Center here in Fargo, and I really wanted to go because I liked their song on the “Legally Blonde” soundtrack, and they were a Christian group, so I felt I should be there to fit in as a Christian, in a way. I didn’t really know what to expect, andthe experience was very eye opening. I don’t remember every detail of that night, but I do remember we left in small groups from the concert area to go to a different part of the Civic Center to discuss God and Jesus’ presence in our lives. We all got free copies of a book that I think was called “Jesus is a Carpenter” or something like that. Actually, I might still have it somewhere in my room. Anyway, we sat in small groups discussing God and Jesus, and I remember feeling my heart start to open and swell up in acceptance of all this love that was flowing throughout the room among the groups. A little while later, we went back to the concert area where Superchick and another band performed, and I felt renewed and amazing. Suddenly everything started to make sense to me, and I felt a sense of faith larger than I’ve ever felt since. Life was good.
Over the years I held steadfast to that faith when it seemed like many of my friends who had gone to Sunday school or confirmation with me had dropped away. I didn’t necessarily like to read the Bible in my spare time or anything like that, but I did love to listen to the Christian station 97.9, read Christian books and go to church on Sundays. The pastors at my church have known me since we first moved to Fargo when I was little, so I think part of the reason I liked going to church was to get some recognition from them for showing up so often, honestly. Also, even though my parents aren’t religious, most of my family members are, so their gifts, particularly around Christmas time, have a Christian theme. And I, once again, just wanted to be a good little Christian girl, so I kept embodying the beliefs with which I was raised.
In my junior year of college I took a Philosophy of Religion course, and we talked a lot about arguments for and against various religions, but we mainly focused on Christianity. Having no tangible faith or science to back up my faith never bothered me before, but it started to grind on me during the class. I began to understand and even side with the arguments against religions and a higher power watching over us all, but I didn’t think about it all much beyond class discussions or papers. I just didn’t feel compelled to defend my belief in Christianity anymore.
Then a few years later my grandpa got sick and he passed away after a few months. Six weeks after that, my grandma, his wife, also passed away. This past year has been very difficult for me and my family to say the least. I used to lean heavily on my faith, but over the years I noticed I had been doing that less and less. Lately I realized I haven’t really thought about God, Jesus or any religion in quite a while, probably months. And I honestly feel rather indifferent about it.
I’ve been thinking about this lately, and here is the conclusion I’ve discovered: I don’t currently believe in God or subscribe to any particular religion. It took me a long time to admit that, though, since religion had shaped me so much for most of the time I’ve been alive. I just no longer feel the drive or need to believe in a higher power, and I’m okay with that. I certainly don’t mean to slam anyone who believes in religion. I believe it’s great to have faith, regardless of what you believe in.
I don’t know if I’d necessarily consider myself an atheist or maybe something else entirely. I’m just not sure right now. I just believe in being good to people and living with love. I plan to read more about different religions to better familiarize myself with them, including Satanism and Wicca, to name a few. I feel like I’ve been routed in Christianity for so long that I don’t really know much about other religions. I miss reading and scholarly work, so perhaps this will become my new project: read about religions to see if something calls out to me. And if it doesn’t, I’ll be just fine. I believe in myself, my values, my friends and my family. And at least for right now, that’s good enough for me.