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As I get older, I find that one of the hardest things I can do is be honest with myself. It sounds simple enough, until you actually begin digging into the deeper layers of who you are, why you do what you do, and figure out what you actually want for your life. It can be painful, tough, and can lead you to make some pretty drastic life changes- ones that could possibly change the course of your existence forever.
Let me back up a little bit and explain what I mean by this. Hi! I’m Hannah, and I’m an atheist. That’s right- an atheist. I left the church about two years ago and have been pretty quiet about it up until now. This blog post is about why I left the church, as this question seems to be blowing up my inbox these days. So, I thought I would tell you guys about it!
You see, I was raised in the church. Every Sunday, without fail, I would go to church and hang with my Christian friends. I tried really hard to read my Bible and pray every day. I went to Christian schools to learn about God and the Bible throughout childhood, went to youth group throughout my teenage years, and even was mentored in my marriage through church small groups. My life was the church, God, and Jesus, and I was content with that for long time- until I wasn’t.
It all started with a moment- a really small one. It was a typical Sunday morning, and the scene was what Sundays usually looked like for my husband and me. I would be holding onto the bed before we had to go, screaming, “I DON’T WANNA GO! I DON’T WANNA GO! I DON’T WANNA GOOOOOOOO!!!” Yes, as a full grown adult, I was still doing that.
I remember stopping my screaming and resisting for just a tiny moment one morning to ask myself, “If I truly believed in God, Jesus, and the Bible, would I really be fighting going to church every Sunday?” I couldn’t recall a single time where I wasn’t dreading to go, even as a child and teenager. Thus, began a journey into what would lead me to ultimately leave the church.
Now, let me tell ya, I’ve been to some fabulous churches- my favorite being the one I went to in Atlanta for a few years. I learned some valuable lessons, enjoyed the “Six Flags Over Jesus” style sermons, and adored the people I met there. They’re still some of my favorite friends.
However, even then, I would drag my feet every Sunday when it came time to sit for a sermon.
After I had my tiny “aha!” moment, I began to sift through my unbelief and ask a lot of questions. Like, an overwhelming amount of questions. I decided to read the Bible all the way through (for the third time), interrogated theologians I trusted, researched the internet for various different perspectives and asked everyone I knew who seemed to have it together why the answers were so difficult for me to believe. It just was never enough for me, and ultimately, I felt that I was believing in something just because, well, everyone else was doing it.
To put things into perspective, I also live in a rural town in the Bible belt, where there are churches around every corner. It’s pretty tough to find another atheist, and most likely, if someone is an atheist in the Bible belt, they’re probably not broadcasting it loudly for all to hear.
I remember the moment I started piecing together a world without God. It was foreign to me, as God was all I ever really knew, and it was scary to think of a world where God wasn’t “protecting me” or “in control.” Quite frankly, I didn’t think it could be done and could actually lead me to be find peace and contentment.
I was wrong, and I’m so thankful I didn’t allow my fear of the unknown or foreign keep me from asking those questions.
I was agnostic for a few months, pondering if there were any sort of higher power at all, God or not, until I finally decided on being an atheist.
You see, I actually found that the world made a lot more sense to me without God, and that I could live a moral, kind and compassionate existence without God watching over my shoulder to see if I would do it. In fact, my love and understanding of other people grew by leaps and bounds when I didn’t have a set of rules I had accepted from an outside source.
I finally had the courage to make friends with people who I had once thought would “influence me in a bad way” or “lead me away from God,” and now, they’re some of my most treasured friends. I found out that I’m a different person than I thought I was, and I’m seriously the happiest I’ve ever been.
Through this journey, I found I didn’t need God, and that I was perfectly okay with that.
I waited for so long to tell everyone, because well, it doesn’t always go over so smoothly. In fact, it takes a lot of courage to be different than everyone around you. It’s also incredibly scary to change your mind publically, especially in a town you grew up in.
I struggled with disbelief for a long time, but I didn’t feel I could be open about it until I met people who would help me embrace the parts of myself I was afraid to show.
I started seeing a therapist, and session by session, worked to unpack the parts of myself I had hidden away in a closet. My disbelief in the things I was raised with was one of them, and come to find out, I had been dealing with not wanting to be a Christian and struggled with disbelief in God for a very long time.
I came out about my atheism to my husband, family and close friends shortly thereafter and have been privileged enough to find love and support- something I was afraid I wouldn’t have.
I say all of this in hopes of encouraging someone who is in the same position I was. I want to tell you that it’s okay to have disbelief, and it’s also okay to want to do something different than those around you. You owe it to yourself to be honest about what you want, what you believe, and who you want to believe in. Because life is too short to go to church if you don’t want to.
Hannah Croscutt is a coach, fitness fanatic, health and wellness entrepreneur, and student living in Georgia. Follow her on instagram!