For all you ex-Christians out there, what is your fondest memory of Christianity? And your worse?

Question

Knowing what you know now, would you do it again? How long have you been clean? Have you had any relapses, or have you tasted any other religions?

Answer 1

At the core, Christian has positive aspects in that it tries to get you to take care of other people.

However, the very belief in some sort of afterlife offsets this, because, well, "if your current life sucks, something better exists when you die."

That, intolerance, and the utterly laughable inflexible belief structure is what makes religion worthless (an occasionally even damaging).

Answer 2

My fondest memory of Christianity was Keith Green.....I saw your question the other day and I have been been humming a few of his tunes ever since...I get tears when I think of him.

The worst memory was coming out, bouts of complete peace knowing that I was doing the right thing, interspersed with moments of shear panic that I was being deceived, while Christians verbally attacked me.

I have been clean for 14 years and I would never, never, never do it again.....AND no, I have not tasted a single religion or had any relapses since.....It helps that my husband is spiritual and very grounded.

Thanks for the counseling session....

Answer 3

Fondest memory is thinking that if I prayed, I could get whatever I wanted. Kind of miss that innocence.

Worse is passing out. I have a bit of a problem passing out around groups of people, but I was still forced to go to church.

Wouldn't do it again. Ever.

I've been in recovery for 14 years. One relapse (it was Christmas and I had to for the college boyfriend's family.

Tasted a little Judaism, still not to sure about it. But what can you do?

Answer 4

My family has always been very Christian, so I was raised to go to church on Sundays, that Jesus is my savior, that the Bible is the word of God and so forth.

It seemed that everyone but me really believed it all hook, line and sinker. Watching them "moved by the Holy Spirit" (or by the belief thereof) always seemed a bit comical to me. I always wondered why I never felt the urge to "raise my hands up to Jesus" or whatever else. Honestly, I usually felt nothing at all. I wondered why I was the only one who seemed to understand the Bible's stories as allegorical. In a way, these were both the best and worst memories I have. At once, I was amused by others, but also felt alienated for not "getting it" like everyone else.

After I left my parents' house, I lived in Agnostic land for many years, knowing only that what I had experienced so far wasn't for me. After a great deal of research over quite a few years, I decided on a philosophically-oriented form of Wicca. (My particular form of Wicca is not typical in that I still remain skeptical about the actual existence of deity. I understand "deity" to be a kind of dualistic universal truth, ideal or principle).

I am as moved (or unmoved as the case may be) as ever about Christianity. I don't see this changing any time soon considering it's been that same way ever since I was a little child. I believe in the validity of Christianity, but I also believe it's not for everyone.

Answer 5

I was a christian for many years. I was really active in the community.Teaching in prisons and homeless shelter. Ran a library and helped with the youth. I still believe in God and don't complete shun it away. But the hypocrisy that came . I quit attending church because I felt that nothing was real.
Me and my soon to be ex life fell apart when we left. The pastor's son was caught raping my wife. Since then I couldn't ever respect religion. Since then my wife is hooked on drugs and we are separated. This is what I tasted and one day I may go back but not now.

Answer 6

My fondest memory is being baptised with my Dad. He and my Mom were secular, but at 8 I started going to church with a friend, my parents followed me to xtianity. Sad, but true. So my Dad and I were baptised at the same time. Oh how the church made a big deal over that.

Not only would I not do it again, but hell no. l had to go against my family to go to that church with my friend and that's a big deal for an 8 year old, but I had to go against them again to leave xtianity.

I have been "clean" for a little over 15 years. I have had no relapses into xtianity. I looked into paganism for awhile and I love their ritual and mytery, but it is not for me. For now my religion is the pusuit of knowledge. I'm agnostic and likely to remain that way.

Answer 7

I was a Christian from my mid-teens to my early twenties. My fondest memory was that of interaction/socialization with others who were in the church. It felt like a club, and I belonged to it... It's a club for those who choose to believe a certain way, and they shun, even ridicule and condemn those of other beliefs.

The worst memory of being a Christian came after I'd married a man I met in my church. Shortly after we were married he became controlling, hateful, and physically abusive. I stuck it out for two years, daily wondering what he was going to find wrong with me and what he might do....all because the church said I should work things out. I'd finally had enough when I came home from work early one day and I heard a lot of commotion. I said, "Hi, I'm home! Where are you?". He popped out of the bedroom rather flustered and demanded to know why I was home already. This made me wonder what was going on, so I tried to see what was in the bedroom, and he tried to prevent me from going in there, but I got in there and saw an open window. I looked around and found a pair of womens shoes that weren't mine shoved underneath the bed. I said, "These aren't my shoes, whose are they?" He said, "Those ARE your shoes!" I said, "Look, do my feet fit in them?" (my feet are a size 9 and they were something like a 6). Well, you can take it from there... Anyway, I left and never went back, filed for a divorce, the church condemned me for it and told me that because I'd married him that when I died, if I went to heaven, that my husband and I would be back together again up there. I couldn't stand the thought of ever being with him again. I reviewed just why I'd ever gotten into church, and how ficticious it all sounded...reinserted my feet into the sound shoes of science and divorced myself from the church and my ex-husband.

I've been free of dilusions now for 19 years...yaaaay! I would never choose to attend a church, or to convert to Christianity again. It was wasted time when I could've been doing something constructive with my life instead of spending time in brainwashing sessions.

Answer 8

Hey, what happened?
I was getting into the salvation stuff.

Diverting the topic or what???

Answer 9

FINDING OUT HOW FALSE IT WAS AND IS, AND BEING
INVOLVED WITHIT IN THE FIRST PLACE!!!