Jun 21, 2009
On Father’s Day, it’s important to note that there are many different types of fathers… this letter definitely conveys that, in multiple ways.
I took a vacation from the church. The vacation lasted for years. I could sleep in and I never worried about Sunday Mass. That changed three years ago. I joined your church and began to be active in the community. I will admit, I went kicking and screaming, but my wonderful husband gently persisted and led by an example that I never realized was there.
You see, my boys, they need to grow up knowing God. They need to understand that there is something bigger and better than them in this world. They need to understand so much and even though I believe, I do not have the experience, knowledge, or openness to share my faith as completely as you do.
You have helped me in that sharing. I have always considered my faith private and rarely discussed it with anyone. I now answer endless streams of questions and listen to the stories of the Saints that my Kindergartener has eagerly learned. (more…)
Apr 13, 2009
I was forced to believe in you at an early age. Relatives made me attend church at an early age, prodding me to open up books full of songs that praised you. I never understood who you were, but I sang and praised you to make my relatives happy. They even dumped water on my head, telling me this would cleanse me of the Devil.
When I entered high school, my friends told me I had it all wrong. They said I was in the wrong denomination, a denomination that promoted evil and worshiping false idols. I didn’t understand them. They told me in deep earnest that I needed to stay away from this church, that I needed to allow myself to experience the power of your love by joining their congregation. I never quite understood why this was different, but they said it was, and I believed them. My church would bring me into a fiery pit after death, where your love would not be experienced. Scared and confused, I joined their congregation hoping to make everyone happy. (more…)
Apr 13, 2009
Dear Catholic Church,
As a Catholic who left the church many years ago, I’m sure you think this letter will be full of repercussions. After all, I am an ex Catholic…well, sort of.
I left the church because I divorced my husband. Yes, I had very good reason to leave him and was told that I could apply for an annulment, but he would have to agree. He didn’t agree. For my own safety, I did not want him to know where I lived and so I let the opportunity of annulment go. That was years ago.
I went on a journey of discovery after that; a journey that lasted more than twenty years. I became very metaphysical then, spiritual instead of religious. I was very enlightened. I read everything I could read and attended classes and meetings with others of like mind. You see, from the time I was a very young child, I had experienced very strange things–things that couldn’t be explained. I decided that religion was for the comfort of man and not for the comfort of God. (more…)
Apr 13, 2009
Dear Christian Woman,
I’m not even sure where to begin. You are yet another reason I doubt the preachings of your Christian religion. You called a group of fellow writers “heathens”, “evil” and “sent by the devil” all because we were not following your religion. Well, I take offense to that. I may not be Christian, which I readily express, yet neither are you if you go about disrespecting those of us not of your faith.
It is truly offensive that without ever meeting any one of us or learning where we have come from or why we have chosen our religious paths that you would arbitrarily call us names. The worst part was that you didn’t just call us names but you tried to have God on your side by calling us those names in a Prayer. (more…)
Apr 13, 2009
Please don’t take this letter to mean that I am not still mad as hell at you. Some days merely trying to believe in your existence is difficult. Today, I believe. I’m just not at all convinced that you care about your creation.
I wasn’t always this cynical.
As a child, I was so enthralled with my relationship with you that I wanted to tell everyone I knew how much I believed. I was at your church four or five days a week. I went on mission trips. For more than a decade, I thought you were my best friend. Life was tough, but I believed that God works in mysterious ways and that someday the struggle would be worth it. (more…)