28/02/26
“A Return to Jesus”
I was raised in a Protestant Christian world. Every Sunday, we went to church, then we’d visit my grandparents (Dad’s side for lunch, Mom’s side for dinner), and we’d go home, talking about the lessons we’d learned from that day’s sermon during the thirty-minute drive home. At night, every night, I’d recite the “Now I Lay Me Down to Sleep” prayer, and at the end, I’d list every person I wanted to pray for - my parents, my siblings, my extended family, my friends, my dog. But I was just a child, doing as I was told, no choice in the matter, going through the motions of being Christian without really understanding what I was signing up for, and what I was doing.
During my teen years, after some humming and hawing about how I felt regarding God and religion in general, I decided I wanted a deeper relationship with the Lord. I started going back to church, found a community that on the surface seemed welcoming and kind, and started to dig my roots in there. I sang for the worship team. I was an active member of the Youth Group Leadership Team and doused myself in all things Jesus.
But life shifted. I got a boyfriend. I was nearing graduation. Life was coming at me fast and I was on the precipice of adulthood. And then the church hurt me. My youth pastor, a man I looked up to and trusted, showed his true colours and said some nasty things to me. I was on a mission trip to Haiti, which was the most morally complicated thing I’ve ever participated in (I could write a whole BOOK about that experience), and my heart was broken for the people there and what I saw, and no one in my group seemed to care. They only wanted to preach and cause inconvenience, not actually make things better for these people. It was then that I realized that the whole trip was nothing more than a display of superiority, of whiteness. A twisted, fucked-up evangelicism. And then my youth pastor overheard me confiding in a friend about losing my virginity and trying to sort out the conflicting feelings in my heart, and this 35 year old man (to an 18 year old GIRL) condemned me in front of everyone. I’ve never felt more alone.
When I got home, I refused to go back to that church and swore off all religion. I was tired of being chastised for being myself. I equated the actions of this man and this travel group to being a stand-in or representatives of God. As if they spoke for Him.
For years, I called myself “non-religious”, or just “spiritual”. I wouldn’t commit myself to any one thing. I dabbled in folk magic, in pagan mythology, learned a lot about plants and tarot and meditation. I got really into spell jars and incense and birth charts. I tried worshipping other deities, switched from one to another when it stopped feeling right, but I noticed that I could never stick to anything. I’d pledge myself to Persephone and then promptly forget. Then, I’d call out to Hecate and not remember to keep up a relationship with her. All the while, I was thinking: “Gosh, this was so much easier with Jesus.” And part of that was probably because I had grown up with Jesus, I had read the bible, I knew the story, the lore, but now there was all these gods, all these pantheons with confusing, often differing accounts of what went down, and nothing added up for me. It was fun and interesting to learn those things, and I’m glad that I had that journey, but I think there was a reason why it never stuck for me.
*Now, I do want to add a quick disclaimer here: I still do the “witchy” stuff. Filling a glass jar with wishes and gratitude, and adding cinnamon, rosemary, a bay leaf, and lighting a candle (in my eyes) in simply a visual prayer. Jesus used visual symbolism A LOT to get his point across, like how in the last supper he said that bread = body of Christ and wine = blood of Christ. In my eyes, it’s one and the same, and as long as I’m not harming anyone, I don’t see any reason to condemn it. I also still read tarot cards, but now I take the messages as messages from the Holy Spirit and my Angels. I meditate in God’s presence. The only thing I don’t do is worship any other god or pantheon, other than MY God, Jesus Christ, and the Holy Spirit.
**Second disclaimer: I believe ALL religions/religious beliefs are valid. At the end of the day, I believe that these are all fractal reflections of my Lord, like the many facets of a diamond. There is only one energy, one “being” that created this universe, our world, and everything in it, but we know that God sent many prophets to the Earth to speak for Him. Who is to say He didn’t come down to earth in the form of Krishna, Buddha, Mohammed? I believe there is a lot that we still don’t know and will never know about God and how He (or She) operates. I also don’t really think that God has a gender, but for the sake of ease of language, I use male terminology. The bible uses both feminine and masculine language (and actually mentions female anatomy in its references to God a lot more than you’d think). But yeah, I think it’s just believe what you want to believe and whatever feels good and right to you.
Back to the actual essay…
I spent a long time shunning religion. Shunning the church. Scoffing at bible verses that my relatives and co-workers posted on Facebook. Turning my nose up to people who spoke to me about Jesus. I felt offended by Christianity. And then Trump happened and MAGA took over America and it felt like every Christian was backing him and rooting for this evil and it just felt SO contradictory to what I knew about Jesus.
And I started to realize that maybe the issue was never God, faith, or Christianity. The problem was people. Closed-minded, hateful people who can exist in any religion, any country; people who hide behind Jesus and use God’s name in vain to justify their disgusting behaviour, their treatment of minorities, immigrants, women. Those people are NOT Christian. Those people are frauds. They believe themselves to be greater than God. They sneer at Jesus’ teachings. They go to church every Sunday and let the pastor who owns a sports car and a beachfront mansion, preach to them about loving thy neighbour, and how in God they can be made new. They pray for themselves, and then prey on the weak, the poor, and the vulnerable.
All they worship is money, status, and their own fragile egos. They stand for everything that Jesus is against. They harp on the Old Testament as if Jesus didn’t abolish the old system and set up a new one. They neglect the people that need help the most and then set up fake charities for tax breaks. They refuse the people that Jesus would have broken bread with. And I tell you if Jesus, a man who was historically and factually NOT WHITE, were to come down to this Earth today, the fundamentalist Christians would crucify him all over again.
It’s through this understanding that I came back to Jesus. It made my skin itch and crawl seeing how they use Jesus’ name in vain, how they use God to justify their sins. Out of spite, I started to read the bible again, starting with Matthew, and as I read Jesus’ teachings it became evident to me just how wrong and mislead MAGA Christians are. They don’t just take Jesus’ words and twist them. They completely dismiss them. I’d be surprised if anyone of them have actually read any of the New Testament.
Now, my faith is stronger than ever.
And I fully believe that you cannot love God and hate the gays, support ICE, vote for Trump or agree with Trump.
That’s all that’s on my mind for today! :)