
When I was 15, my mother and I had a major falling out. She had rediscovered her faith and had begun going to church every Sunday and studying her bible. I had no problems with this because this is what she felt in her heart, but I was not raised in a church home by her or my father. My father was and still is an Atheist. Growing up, my mom nor dad nor I went to church except on major holidays or to funerals or weddings, and occasionally, when I slept over, I went to my best friend's church.
So during my 15th year, my mom turned on me in a big way. She wanted to quite literally force me to go to church, and I couldn't understand why. It just seemed to come out of total left field. She thought she needed to be the one to NOW save us all from the burning fires of hell. It was traumatic to me because we would have these normal teenage daughter vs. mother fights, but they would take this dark turn when she would start injecting religion into them and how I wasn't baptized or saved and that I needed God like she needed God and any and all disciplinary problems from her POV were only now because I didn't have faith. It was like someone suddenly trying to tell you, your whole life, you were walking wrong, and now here's the way to do it, or else.

This became a constant recurring theme, and I was over it. Then the breaking point finally came the day when she just screamed at me that I was going to go to hell if I didn't go to church. She called me a complete and total heathen that would burn if I didn't find God. This might as well have been a slap in the face. I mean, I found it quite hypocritical that for 15 years, she'd loved me just the way I was and there had been nothing wrong with me. She had all that time to drag me to church to try and make me believe in what she wanted, but she never went, and my dad certainly wasn't going because his religious upbringing was terrible and turned him away from religion permanently, and now here we were. I was livid and I was extremely hurt by this. I didn't understand what I had done to deserve that.
The damage was done. It shut the door for me on our communications for a long time after that. My dad was Switzerland and didn't get involved which frustrated me a lot. I was the good kid. Like nerdy angel no problems good kid that all the teachers loved. I was an office helper at school. I was never in any trouble with the law. I was a straight A honor student. I volunteered. I was dating a boy both my parents liked and approved of. I was headed towards a full scholarship down the road, and I had never given my parents any reason not to trust me or disrespected them in any sort of way, and yet somehow, my life as is, was the reason I was going to hell!?!
Ironically the person trying so desperately to turn me on to religion was the very one that officially ended up turning me away from it. If a God felt that my life was so horrible simply because I didn't believe in him, even doing well in life and not hurting a soul, that he would send me to hell, then so be it. I didn't then, and I don't now want to be in a place where good people are punished for not believing in something, but someone can kill 2 people, apologize, find faith, and all of a sudden my non-belief is worse then what he's done. I didn't buy it. My mother ended up having to work very hard to find her way back to the bond we used to have because of her religious tirade on my life.

It's years later, and to this day I still refuse outside of weddings and funerals or other family events, to attend church. Fire and brimstone are not the way. Threats to go to church and find faith are not the way. Faith is not a shield. Just because one has faith doesn't make them a good person or a better person. Talk to all the priests and other clergy that have been caught up in all these scandals over the years or all the sins those who have faith commit. They are no different in nature than those without faith, the only difference being they attend church every weekend trying to absolve themselves of their sins and supposedly learn to be better people.
End of the day, you believe what you want. I've never been one to stand in someone's way if they say they need religion to make it through their day or their life. We all need something, it's just different things for different people. For me, it's not church. I help and love people in my life because I do, and I believe that it is good and just to do so. I didn't learn that from church, I learned it from being a part of life around me, and for that I make no apologies.
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