Confessions of a Raised Christian

Confessions of a Raised Christian

1. Believing in God does not mean God is real. I won't share unless asked to share.

My life was surrounded by a Christian environment everywhere I went: a Christian home, a Christian church, a Christian school, a Christian camp, and even a Christian work environment. It was natural for me to stumble upon a person that told me that was God was real. My parents always raised the point that as Christians we should plant seeds in hopes a person will come to know God. If it could be proven that God is real, then this makes absolute sense. Why wouldn't you want to share the good news if people really were going to heaven or hell? However, I branched away from sharing the message with everyone because of one reason: religion is not objective. Just because I believe in God does not mean that God exists. Just because I can not disprove God does not mean that he exists. Believing in God is not enough for me to try to convert others. I want people to have what I have if and only if I could prove God exists. I refuse to lead someone down the wrong path just because I believe God is real.

2. Being around other Christians does not help me.

The next step to being a Christian is surrounding yourselves with Christians. It was the secret law in my household that was never said, but definitely known. In high school, my school finally was a public school that had no religious enforcement. Every time I made a new friend or dated a different boy, the soon-to-be question was "So what does [person's name] believe?". With some of my friends being complete atheists or agnostics, Mormons (Mormons are not viewed as proper Christians according to my raising) , and a Christian that didn't really believe in the Bible, my answers were always unsatisfying to my parents. However, my parents failed to realize that I was much more fascinated in what non-Christians had to say then what Christians had to say. Another Christian who said everything I had already heard never challenged my thoughts or stimulated my curiosity. It was my atheist and agnostic friends that helped me understand what I believed (even if it did not correlate to what they believed or didn't believe in). I need challenges to stimulate my emotional growth, not a person telling me what I have been told my entire life.

3. Labeling me as Christian makes me not want to be Christian.

Dear Mother and Father, I love you, and I do not resent your teachings. I know that everything you thought you did for me was from the good intentions of your heart. However, any time you pressed Christianity, I never wanted to be Christian. At one point, I was angry with you because religion is a personal decision, and it didn't seem like my decision. Whenever someone was baptized at Church, you would ask me when I was going to be baptized. Whenever I questioned Christian teachings, you became defensive and asked if this was me straying into wrong beliefs. Whenever someone you talked with mentioned your children, you always mentioned I was Christian. When I went into college, you made sure I had a church. Know this: children are not coloring books. Children are given coloring books and crayons and from there, they choose how to color the page.

4. I'll never know if I would truly make the decision to believe in God myself.

Personally, I believe that I can only come so far to making the decision to believe in God myself. No matter what the reasoning is, I will always have been introduced to God because of my parents. It will never be that I wanted to believe in God without family influence. It was always be that I was raised to believe in God, questioned God, and decided it was safe to believe in God. Part of me wishes that I wasn't raised Christian. I know that if I am to believe in God, a small percentage will always be because I was raised to believe it.

5. Because of me, I know my parents feel like a failure.

Deuteronomy 6:6-7 directly states the parent's purpose of a Christian perspective: "And these words that I command you today shall be on your heart. You shall teach them diligently to your children, and shall talk of them when you sit in your house, and when you walk by the way, and when you lie down, and when you rise.". My parents may say they love me, but I know that from the bottom of their hearts, they are praying for me to change. They are praying that God will touch my heart. I know that they believe they have failed to stay in the Christian direction.

Confessions of a Raised Christian
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