church beef
It’s Sunday and again I got to have my mornings free from church indoctrination. My soul feels so much more at peace when I don’t have to attend a Sunday service. Every time I step into a church it feels like my insides are at war. Christians would interpret that as the Devil preventing me from being in the presence of the Lord. Whatever that means. But I don’t think it’s the devil. I think I have been able to open my mind up and expand my beliefs beyond the fundamentalist system I was raised in. I was raised to be loyal to the church. I was raised to believe in corporate worship. I was raised to believe that the people who stand at the pulpit and preach for 40 minutes are messengers of god. These beliefs do not sit well with me. Because they are often accompanied by hateful messages laced with homophobia and misogyny. A woman isn’t a person in the eyes of the church. Neither is a queer person. I cannot boldly and proudly follow in a faith that constantly denies people their humanity.
But these are my Sunday thoughts. I don’t think I’ll ever want to be part of a church again.