Why I Left Christianity
I cannot find peace in an institution that too often fails to demonstrate Jesus’ teachings
“Who wants me to read their cards?”
If you had known me in high school and invited me to a sleepover, it was a guarantee that I’d pull out my tarot cards and offer to do a reading or two. This never failed to make for awkward, tense moments — at least one person would express their discomfort, telling me those cards were made by the devil and that I was bringing Satan into the room by even holding them in my hand.
But I’d always plunge forward, because dammit, someone would want a reading — there was always someone. And I’d read for them, while the more conservative friends would leave the room, or threaten to holler for the host’s mother who would surely shut down this heathen debauchery.
Looking back, I can see that I failed to be sensitive to certain friends’ concerns and perspectives, but in my defense, it was born from ignorance. I was not raised like that.
…at least one person would express their discomfort, telling me those cards were made by the devil and that I was bringing Satan into the room...
