Why I Am No Longer a Christian

Let me start by saying I hope someday when I am at death’s door that I will discover there is a god. I also hope I will discover god to be far bigger and far more caring then we often give god credit for in this world.

But I’m not a Christian anymore.

On some level I’m not sure I ever was. I went to church, Sunday school, and youth group at times, but my heart was never in it. I always sensed god and spirituality more in the outdoors — among mountains and beaches and green grass.

I can’t say the same about monuments built to our religion, sanctuaries where trauma and pain are covered over like a casket in the ground, and certainly not among broken theology.

As some of you know, in grad school I studied Christian theology as part of my counseling-psychology degree. I learned of new words, theologies built on the hope of liberation, and an understanding of god that led me to question all I’d ever learned.

It changed me. In spite of what my Sitty thinks (she no doubt worries for my immortal soul) I am not, nor am I likely to ever be again, a Christian.

Here are a few of the reasons why:

1. For centuries Christianity has been used to subjugate women, to espouse paternalism and misogynist belief, and to keep women in a place of powerlessness. The same can be said of people of color, people of other sexualities, and really anyone considered “different”.
2. Similar to #1, the idea that god is a male (and often depicted as white) is one of the most unfortunate theological concepts the church has ever created. How can we tell women or anyone who isn’t a white male they were created in the image of god when they look nothing like the images we’ve created? I’ve seen women cry as they realized what this vision of god had done to their self worth — that maybe god was more like them then they realized. god is bigger than our images of god. And if god is all of us, then god must truly be all of us.
3. I am disgusted by churches that build monuments to themselves, wasting millions of dollars on brick and mortar and paint when so many go hungry and un-housed. I’ll be damned if I ever worship in another church built on money that could have been used for the hopeless.
4. I no longer believe in a god that depends on my undying loyalty and faith in order to love me. That’s the greatest lesson of my time in grad school — that, be there a god, I believe god will love me no matter what my life on earth looks like. I believe the god of this earth loves us unconditionally and that includes those who don’t believe, don’t want to believe, and have chosen not to believe. It’s churches and their budgets that depend on our faith — not god.

The biggest change, however, came when I realized how much I love people. It happened during my time as an intern at Recovery Cafe in Seattle. I spent that year working with the most downtrodden — the addicts and murderers, abusers and abused, and those we classify as “insane”.

I fell in love with those people. I came to feel at home among those our world seems to despise. I became, in my own way, one of them.

That’s when I realized doing good work was worth it just for the sake of good work. Caring for others was good whether there is a god with some glorious holy land or not. Whether I simply return to dust or bask in the glory of god, the work I will have done to help and to love will be worth it.

Loving just for the sake of loving is the most spiritual of acts. I can love, and let my eternal soul speak for itself when the time comes.

I hope someday I’ll discover there is a god. That sounds way more fun than simply turning to dust. But I also don’t think Christianity, or religion in general, is going to impact what comes next very much.

Love…I think love is what will matter most.