“Cause you never think that the last time is the last time. You think there will be more. You think you have forever, but you don’t.”—Meredith Grey, Grey’s Anatomy
“I have not lost faith in God. I have moments of anger and protest. Sometimes I’ve been closer to Him for that reason.”
We have all probably lost faith at some point in our lives, well at least for those of us who were or are believers. We have perhaps wondered if there is really a God out there who looks out for us. Heck, we have probably even doubted if there is even a God at all because I mean, if there is really a God as we have always believed then why do things seem to always go wrong more than they go right in our lives or the world around us?
In my post, Breaking The Cage of Religion, I spoke about how Christianity had been the only lens in which I came to know and understand the world. My new journey has involved questioning and letting go of certain beliefs that I once firmly held on to. One of these beliefs is the idea that Christianity is the only, true way to God and all others are just leading the masses astray. I used to be thoroughly convinced that the only way to get to God and ultimately Heaven, is to believe in the personhood of Jesus Christ and follow his teachings because after all, “…nobody can get to the Father except through me [Jesus]”. But today, I cringe at the fact that I used to subscribe to such a narrow-minded perspective on a complex mattter like spirituality.
But also, I understand where I was coming from… Read More
“None of us come to this earth to gain our worth; we brought it with us.” – Sheri L. Dew
I never thought a day would come when I, Katlego Llale would turn my back on God and Christianity. Being Christian has defined every aspect of my life. I only understood the world through it and nothing else informed my framework of understanding life and the world. I have almost always been known as: “that girl who loves God”, “that girl who is always talking about God and the Bible”, “that girl who hardly ever misses church”. Then one day, I no longer wanted to be defined by all of that…
For the longest time in my life, I struggled with my identity as an individual. My Christian religion was one of the biggest determinants of who and what I perceived myself as. But most of my life was lived trying to be something or someone, rather than freely allowing myself to be whoever I was meant to be in the present moment. A great deal of my life had been spent mourning who I was, rather than embracing all that I was. You know how some black people go through life hating their dark complexion? And some even end up going through some tedious skin-lightening processes? Read More