Religion and Faith. What a tricky conversation. In my lifetime, I have been a preacher’s kid, a missionary, a church employee, a bible reader, quasi-cult member, medical mission operator, a religious non-profit founder, a reformer, a fanatic, a harsh critic, and finally a questioner. Questioning saved my life and connection to faith, even though it has been hard for some people I love. I understand, though, because I’ve been there and it was hard for me to understand, too.
This weekend, I was faced with a reflection of myself 15 years ago.
I was fervent. I was committed. I was totally drinking my own kool-aide. I had zero grace, understanding or compassion for people who did not hold the exact belief set I did.
I was a complete asshole.
I am so sorry.
It doesn’t matter that it came from a good place in me. I didn’t believe you when you said you felt great about your (very liberal) relationship with God. I didn’t believe that you were okay in your complete unbelief, or anything inbetween. I could not fathom how you could claim Mohammed or Buddha as your deity. I lost sleep over your belief system, or lack thereof.
My heart genuinely broke for you and in that brokenness, I BROKE YOU. Not irreparably, and it wasn’t a new break. But I broke you more. With my zealous beliefs and narrow, judgmental rhetoric, I tore the scab off your healing wound and (lovingly) kicked you in the teeth.
I am so sorry.
Your spiritual journey is yours. You invited me to walk beside you as you carved your path, and instead I handed you the map for my journey and demanded that you make it yours.
I am so sorry.
You and your journey are exactly right and can be trusted, even if I don’t understand it.
If there was ever a moment you believed that I loved you but I came at you with a misguided sense of righteous anger instead of connecting to the deep love I hold in my heart for you, I am so sorry.
You showed me grace, and in a few instances, rightfully showed me the door. Being the hands and feet of God never meant being the voice.
I didn’t understand. I didn’t get it. I get it now. It was never my job to change you. There as never anything wrong with you to begin with. You just echoed the fears and doubts in my own heart.
To all of my friends, regardless of belief, thank you for being here. Shutting you up/down/out only serves to show you how broken and scared I am, too. Thank you for staying even when I’m intolerable and self-righteous and just flat-out wrong. I want to change that because you deserve love without conditions.
I am so sorry. I’m here now. I love you.
Love,
Carrie
theleakyboob says
I love, love, love this post. The world needs it. Old me needed it. New me resounds with it. And friends of mine, some former, some just less connected could stand to need it too. Thank you for this, so much.
Sarah says
This is so important. Thank you for sharing this.
Melissa says
I just found your blog through the Leaky Boob elimination diet article, but I just wanted to take a second and applaud this entry. Well done.