Once there was a Mormon.
Scratch that; there were two Mormons.
These Mormons grew up in the same state, but never met.
Over the course of their lives, they both realized that what they'd been taught to believe was true... maybe wasn't so much.
After much searching, he became Agnostic. She, non-denominational Christian.
I'm the Christian. Or rather, I was. I no longer claim that title, but years ago donned the mantel "Follower of Christ." Today I still claim Christ as my mentor, but "Pantheist" could now go along with that... Yet even that falls short. Truly all words do.
Although my journey is a long one, and if you're so inclined you may read about it here, that is not the purpose of this blog.
As a pantheist (read: universalist), my views are often shifting and changing. Sometimes they stay the same for what feels like forever, and when they change it is like being hit by a train... Other times they shift so subtly that I scarcely realize what's happening, until one day I look back and see a bigger picture and just how far I've come.
Up til the past year or so of my life, many of these changes, these realizations, are ones I had to shoulder alone. If I tried to engage anyone in talking about my theories/ideas/questions, I would be shunned, berated, and subjected to a barrage of other negative emotions. I had finally accepted that I would have to navigate these new, strange waters alone...
...and then I met ~R~
It turns out an Agnostic is exactly what I needed in my life, but more specifically... my Agnostic.
My darling husband made it very clear shortly after we got together that he could be my safe place. I could bounce my "crazy theories" off of him, and I'd never have to worry about being judged or condescended or told what a bad Christian / person I was.
More than that, he would actually engage with me, and the things he saw that I had missed proved more beneficial than I ever would have imagined. Although he has never joined me in my faith - even after I accepted that I could no longer be considered a "traditional Christian" - and although it took me quite a while to see it, it became clear that the things we talked about had, in their own way, opened his eyes to what I'll call 3rd-dimensional growth. It turns out I didn't need a fellow believer... I just needed him.
Now, together, we've decided to write a blog. Sometimes I will be the author, other times he will, and still others we will sit down together to compose a theory that truly would take both of us to explain... if we can even understand it ourselves.
I don't know where this blog will go. Who knows how often my - our - views on things will change. But perhaps that is the beauty of it... And when all is said and done, won't it be wonderful to look back and see just how far we've come?
Scratch that; there were two Mormons.
These Mormons grew up in the same state, but never met.
Over the course of their lives, they both realized that what they'd been taught to believe was true... maybe wasn't so much.
After much searching, he became Agnostic. She, non-denominational Christian.
I'm the Christian. Or rather, I was. I no longer claim that title, but years ago donned the mantel "Follower of Christ." Today I still claim Christ as my mentor, but "Pantheist" could now go along with that... Yet even that falls short. Truly all words do.
Although my journey is a long one, and if you're so inclined you may read about it here, that is not the purpose of this blog.
As a pantheist (read: universalist), my views are often shifting and changing. Sometimes they stay the same for what feels like forever, and when they change it is like being hit by a train... Other times they shift so subtly that I scarcely realize what's happening, until one day I look back and see a bigger picture and just how far I've come.
Up til the past year or so of my life, many of these changes, these realizations, are ones I had to shoulder alone. If I tried to engage anyone in talking about my theories/ideas/questions, I would be shunned, berated, and subjected to a barrage of other negative emotions. I had finally accepted that I would have to navigate these new, strange waters alone...
...and then I met ~R~
It turns out an Agnostic is exactly what I needed in my life, but more specifically... my Agnostic.
My darling husband made it very clear shortly after we got together that he could be my safe place. I could bounce my "crazy theories" off of him, and I'd never have to worry about being judged or condescended or told what a bad Christian / person I was.
More than that, he would actually engage with me, and the things he saw that I had missed proved more beneficial than I ever would have imagined. Although he has never joined me in my faith - even after I accepted that I could no longer be considered a "traditional Christian" - and although it took me quite a while to see it, it became clear that the things we talked about had, in their own way, opened his eyes to what I'll call 3rd-dimensional growth. It turns out I didn't need a fellow believer... I just needed him.
Now, together, we've decided to write a blog. Sometimes I will be the author, other times he will, and still others we will sit down together to compose a theory that truly would take both of us to explain... if we can even understand it ourselves.
I don't know where this blog will go. Who knows how often my - our - views on things will change. But perhaps that is the beauty of it... And when all is said and done, won't it be wonderful to look back and see just how far we've come?
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