Like many people, I have wrestled with religion and spirituality throughout my life. For a long time, I rejected religion. The dogma of organized churches had never set well with me so I chose to distance myself from it. I considered myself a spiritual person, just not a religious one.
Then I had children. I thought that perhaps belonging to a church would be a good thing for the kids. So we tried. At first it seemed to be working out, but then I found myself bristling at the ideas that I was a sinner who needed to beg for forgiveness, that I needed to believe the unbelievable in order to be saved, that I had to live a lie - hiding my true beliefs for the sake of fitting in.
The straw that really broke the camels back was when my six-year-old son began to rebel. I found myself forcing him to go along with ideas that I couldn't even buy into. I knew then, it was time to go.
But what now? I still longed for a sense of community...of like-minded, hopeful, positive, loving people (Read more....)