Tag: leave church

Im am 49 year old who spent 30 Years as a Charasmatic Born Again Missionary/Youth Pastor/Worship Leader….done, tired, starting over happily but with emotional fallout

Posted on April 2, 2012 by recoverystories

Basically, you believe that after you die you’ll get to say “I told you so” to everyone you’d ever met, so there’s a sense of arrogance when it comes to people outside “the church”. They’re really anti-gay church, too. On top of everything else, you’re taught to value the church far higher than your own family. It’s a really destructive organization at its heart. I’m so glad that I got out, and I’m proud of those I do know who have left. But I feel bad for the children who are being born in “the church” today.

Posted on February 20, 2012 by recoverystories

Hello all, I love people even though I usually fall short in that area. I love looking for truth and I love to engage a certain type of people and know where they come from.

Posted on February 15, 2012 by recoverystories

I never cease to be amazed how easily family tradition brainwashes people into religion and how my family kept me in the Church for such a long time.

Posted on February 12, 2012 by recoverystories

I just never bought some of it. I hope my story can help someone.

Posted on December 21, 2011 by recoverystories

Don’t throw out the baby with the bathwater. Just change the dirty water.

Posted on September 19, 2011 by recoverystories

My journey from adventism to freedom

Posted on July 25, 2011 by recoverystories

I was immersed in church life from 6 weeks of age until shortly after my 40th birthday. I was born-again at age 7. I spent my last five years in church leading praise and worship. My father just retired after 50 years in the pulpit.

Posted on June 14, 2011 by recoverystories

Since I was a child I always had a love for God. When I was 9 years old I started a ‘ church ‘ and invited all my friends to teach the bible. In my teenage years, I left God, angry over the circumstances in my life. A step father addicted to drugs , who abused my mother physically and while on drugs attempted to murder her.

Posted on April 25, 2011 by recoverystories

My heart is pounding and my pulse is beating hard as I write this story. You see, one year ago today I was spending my birthday with the love of my life and planning to get married. Today on my 33rd birthday I am reading other peoples testimonies about leaving Fundamentalist Christianity. I am questioning everything that my heart, mind, and soul believed passionately for twelve years. I was going to be a Pastor.

I hold no hatred in my heart for her or her family, my hatred has turned into empathetic sorrow for them. I am sick inside from all the hatred and confusion that has come from my heart, and I blame Christianity.

Posted on July 21, 2010 by recoverystories

To see if any aspects of my own experiences and struggles strike a chord with anyone….I think because of the space available, and rather than merely give a superficial “just stick to the bare facts”-version,….i’ll write as much as I can that’s relevant to both the intellectual and psycho-emotional turmoil that our journeys out of fundamentalism can involve.

Posted on June 11, 2010 by recoverystories

From Pastor to Bastard….

Posted on June 7, 2010 by recoverystories

My coming out of religion story, and my coming out of the closet story, are inextricably linked. But it is the process of coming to understand the role of fear in my life and its relationship to love, that made me understand that I was already on the right path, but the path is much clearer now.

Posted on May 20, 2010 by recoverystories

And the ‘tower came tumbling down.

Posted on May 5, 2010 by recoverystories

My husband, Kurt, and I recently wrote “The Collapse of Belief” about our religious and life journeys. We posted the entire book online. You can read it by clicking the link inside.

Posted on April 29, 2010 by recoverystories

The testimony of my deconversion is tied to my conversion story. Both events were planted in the same revelation – a conversation my mother had with me as a young boy. That conversation is etched deep, painfully deep, in my consciousness.

Posted on April 21, 2010 by recoverystories

For the record, I was not raised in a fundamentalist household, nor in a fundamentalist church. I brought the fundamentalist beliefs on myself, which ended up straining the relationships among my family and friends….until I attended a Christian college…go figure.

Posted on April 15, 2010 by recoverystories

This is the context of my state of sincerity during my struggle with faith and eventual “falling away”.

Posted on April 13, 2010 by recoverystories

I was spiritually abused by Jerry Falwell. I attended Liberty University, his Nazi-like concentration camp college in which rock music, attending movie theatres, single dating and long hair was banished. I’m proud of the fact I survived.

Posted on March 30, 2010 by recoverystories

I author two blogs, Hot-For-Jesus Former Fundie and teandoranges. I hope that by telling my story others will be encouraged to tell theirs.

Posted on March 25, 2010 by recoverystories

Hi my name is Rachel. I live in the Midlands in England. I was brought up in the Bretheren church originally. My dad was (and still is to this day) a pastor of an evangelical church.

Posted on March 23, 2010 by recoverystories

As a younger man, I wanted to be a pastor. Not to have a position of power, but just to help other people and make a difference. As an older man, I’ve called bullshit on religion and felt enormous freedom in letting go of old ways and religious beliefs, while still keeping my morals and values. It feels great.

Posted on March 18, 2010 by recoverystories

Fear was a central emotion growing up in a large devout Catholic family in the upper Midwest. I learned to be afraid of the devil, hell, sins, priests, and even my thoughts. All of these fears originated in church, in catechism and at home.

Posted on February 10, 2010 by recoverystories

I got down on my knees confessed my sins, repented as much as I knew how, and accepted Christ into my heart. It was a mind-altering experience for me. In my mind’s eye I visualized the Creator of all physically with me in the room. I felt overwhelmed with what I believed was a personal and direct manifestation of the LORD. I cried and cried. The emotional cleansing and reality of that moment has never left me, and as I write about it now, it comes alive once again.

Posted on February 8, 2010 by recoverystories

How can we argue convincingly about who or what god is (or even if there is a separate being who answers to that name), when we can’t even agree on what an elephant is?

Posted on February 4, 2010 by recoverystories

This is my ’spiritual’ or more accurately, ‘psycho-spiritual-reflective’, autobiography I wrote for my senior seminar in theology class in college. I’ve since revised it and will continue to as my life unfolds. Hopefully some people can find it helpful and/or relate partially to it. I encourage everyone do this reflection ‘exercise’, as I found it incredibly helpful and life-giving. The art of knowing thyself (for theological/psychological purposes or just in general) is so important and yet very undervalued in our busy-busy culture.

Visit my blog at jasherwilliamson.wordpress.com for more reflections on issues of recovering from fundamentalism, religious addiction, healing, grace, etc.

Posted on February 3, 2010 by recoverystories

Despite the fact that neither of my parents really were too religious, my life began with the chanting of the adhaan (Muslim call to prayer) into my ear. Every Muslim child has this done, and it is supposed to start off his or her life with Islam.

Posted on February 2, 2010 by recoverystories

I am at peace with myself and my ‘version’ of God! bless you all in your journey!

Posted on February 2, 2010 by recoverystories

I was a devout Christian until I was 19. A Christian University gone wrong woke me up to the hypocrisy and manipulation that goes on behind the scenes of church leadership. I started questioning my beliefs and eventually lost my faith in God. It was really hard to adjust to being an atheist because it was such a huge change for me.

I have come to accept the changes in my life and have made peace with the possibility that I may never be sure if there’s a god or not. I have a good life now and I am a happy non-Christian.

Posted on January 31, 2010 by recoverystories

Walking away is a scary process, but honesty with yourself is necessary for life, growth and (if you choose to persue it) genuine spirituality.

Posted on January 29, 2010 by recoverystories

I was involved with The Way International, a biblical fundamentalist group (considered by most as a cult), from 1977 through 2005, ages 18 to 46. I was involved with the leadership training program, The Way Corps, and lived for two years on three of the (then) four ‘root’ locations. I served as a Word Over the World Ambassador, which was The Way’s outreach program. During my fourth year of involvement with The Way, I developed asthma and an over-responsive immune system. I believe much of the health issues I experienced for decades were a result of shame and suppressed emotion. Most of my 28 years of involvement I served in some sort of lay leadership capacity.

Prior to The Way I was involved with the Charismatic movement (5 months), a fundamentalist Baptist Church (1 year), Transcendental Meditation (1-1/2 years), psychedelic and other drugs (15 months), and attended a Methodist church some in my childhood.

Posted on January 26, 2010 by recoverystories

I’ve left Christianity altogether now. To be honest, it hurt like hell. I didn’t lose just a belief system, but a whole culture that I was raised in and that had become a huge part of my life.

Posted on January 26, 2010 by recoverystories

I visited Japan and ran across a statue of a dog I’d never heard of before. The dog came every day with his master to the train station and waited at the platform all day until his master returned from work. One day his master died while at work, and the dog waited for the rest of his life for his master to return, never leaving the station. Each day at the correct time he would sit and look at everyone getting off the train to see if his master was among them. The dog, named Hachiko, was remembered by the memorial where I stood.

The story gripped my heart. I realized I was like Hachiko. I was patterning my entire life around an event—the return of Jesus—that was never going to happen. Once I allowed myself to be open to the painful truth, it crashed down upon me like a sledgehammer. There was no happy eternal ending for me. This life is all there is, and I was wasting it by waiting for a master who would never return.

Posted on January 26, 2010 by jetchison

I was in the religious group for 19 years. Was told I was “saved by grace”, but there were always religious hoops I needed to jump through…I got tired, tired of trying to measure up.

I could never do enough, but held on for years because verbally we were told we were “saved by grace”…but that wasn’t the reality of the burdens heaped on us.

Been out for almost 3 years….YAAAY! Thank God!
There’s hope after an abusive religious experience!!!

Posted on January 26, 2010 by recoverystories

I was born a fourth generation Seventh-day Adventist, and was for my formative years a devoted Adventist. But as a young adult I discovered that the beliefs I grew up with was no longer an adequate explanation for my experience of myself and the world. Questions for which there seemed to be no adequate answers led to doubts which led to more unanswered questions. What began as a few small cracks in the structure of my beliefs grew and spread until the whole structure came crashing down, leaving me with little to guide me as I entered into the world. In my journey since that time, I have come to a much fuller and richer understanding of the nature of myself and the cosmos than the beliefs that I had been taught to regard as “TRUTH” beyond all question. I’ve also learned that the question is often more important than the answer.

Posted on January 25, 2010 by recoverystories

In my mind, it’s really not strictly about “fundamentalism.” Fundamentalism is simply an easy target. All religious lies are abuse. Why would anyone want to tell a chlld lies? My children were harmed by the whole nexus of events. Eight years after my deconversion, I still don’t get it. Whether it’s priests hitting on kids or pastors convincing men that they have to believe mind-numbing doctrine, it’s all physical and mental abuse that has harmful consequences. It’s pathological and anyone who loves children should think about it. Anyone who wants to be moral shouldn’t use their authority to influence especially a child toward belief in any religious lunacy. My only regret is not figuring that out sooner. All children should be taught fidelity, kindness, compassion, giving, industriousness, responsibility, etc. But chief among all these values is honesty. Christianity is among the cruelest belief systems and the failure to be honest makes Christianity immoral by definition.

Posted on January 25, 2010 by recoverystories

This is my journey out of Fundamentalism and then Christianity altogether. I hope in sharing my story, it gives hope and encouragement to others leaving Evangelical Fundamentalism and/or religion entirely.

The title of this first article I borrowed from Valerie Tarico’s book “The Dark Side: How Evangelical Teachings Corrupt Truth and Love”.

Posted on January 25, 2010 by recoverystories

Pastor forced to resign from denomination because he loved too much!

Posted on January 22, 2010 by recoverystories

I was one serious kid. Despite my healthy sense of humor, I worried a lot about the Big Questions. When in bed with a severe cold, I pondered my death. Especially as I hit puberty, I had to understand everything thoroughly. I wanted to get it right and make it mine. No hand-me-down religion. I was going to feel it for myself and work it out intellectually too. At sixteen, I decided to chronicle my spiritual life.

Posted on January 19, 2010 by mwinell

I must admit that in the six years since my ALS (Lou Gehrig’s disease) diagnosis, I have been a bitter man trying to understand why this happened to me. After years of struggling, in and out of faith, the daily challenges of a marriage, raising children, and constantly grabbing at my economic wants, I have ALS. Just when life was getting wonderful, I have ALS.

Posted on January 18, 2010 by recoverystories

I consider myself to have been “religiously abused.” This means that I was forced to absorb — and consider true — a bunch of myths of the Jewish variety. I watched with great dismay as my parents became more and more religious.

Posted on January 12, 2010 by recoverystories

In a world with as much chaos, hatred, bigotry, and over-consumption as what we live in – there is a need for the hope that faith brings. I think that when I fully embrace these beliefs and live in the knowledge of them, my faith seems clearer, my world looks brighter, and loving others is easier.

Posted on January 11, 2010 by recoverystories

The following is an essay I’ve written on my journey out of Mormonism. My journey to atheism is another story. Perhaps I will post it in the future.

Posted on January 10, 2010 by lelliotthauge