Something About Fruit
A few months ago, I went to church on a Sunday morning with my mom. I was visiting her for part of the weekend, and, fully vaccinated and wearing a mask, I decided to tag along to church. And it was okay.
That was not the case a few years ago when I would still occasionally attend church, even after shifting away from the Christian faith. Back then, I’d have a mixed bag of feelings after the service. I would be really upset about some of the things that were taught from the pulpit and that were, seemingly, accepted so blindly by the other congregants. On the way out, I would think, “How can anyone believe that? Has anyone actually researched this to any extent? That’s not accurate/justified/kind!” Conversely, I’d be nostalgic, wishing that I could go back to being a member of the church, wishing I could still believe so easily the things I used to believe, wishing it was all still so warm and cozy. And I’d feel confused, wondering if I was wrong, if it was my fault for not having enough faith or praying enough or having the right.. READ MORE
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