I haven’t written anything on this blog in almost two years. I kind of lost interest in talking about my experience in the Charismatic culture and losing my faith in God. It’s been around 7 years since I started losing my faith in God and a little over 5 years since I distanced myself from my Charismatic Christian upbringing that the distance has separated that part of my history so much that it almost has no part of the life I’m living now. Other than the occasional conversations I overhear at work from coworkers after the weekend about the church services they’ve attended on a Sunday and posts about how great God is from old Christian friends and family on Facebook, I just don’t get much Christianity in my life these days. It’s been pretty nice.
Last month an old church friend of mine came to Colorado for a visit. I took a day off of work to hang out with him. He is a good guy, but the epitome of Charismatic culture. He’s very into the bug-eyed Bethel supernatural prophetic ministry. We haven’t hung out in 5 years and I was excited to hang out with him. Before I moved to Colorado, he was one of my few friends in California that I was still hanging out with as I was beginning to lose my faith. I knew hanging out with him there’d be talk about God’s work in his life, but that didn’t bother me. I figured I could just get the general idea about what was going on in his life and take it for what it is.
I’m not going to go through every detail of our time together, but I felt a distance in our worldview. I haven’t talked with someone so involved in the hyper spiritual side of Christianity in so long that it was almost jarring. I asked him what’s been going on in his life and he went off on what “God was showing” him and how God was really pulling him “closer to his call.” He told me about some miracles he saw at a service he recently went to and how the people in attendance were “rocked by the Holy Spirit.” I could tell he was trying to minister to me with these stories by helping me remember all the miracles I experienced in the past. But it wasn’t working. I just listened to him.
He asked me how things were going in my life. I told him about my new life in Colorado. My relationship, my friends, job and the new interests in snowboarding and hiking I’ve picked up out here. I let him know how genuinely happy I was. I could tell he didn’t know what to make of it cause I seemed happier and more content now than I was when I was living the Christian thing. He told me it was great to see me happy, but then he went on about some old prophetic words that were spoken over my life in the past and how it may play out with my new interests and life. It was really odd. It’s been so long since I heard Christianese phrasing and prophetic culture lingo that I felt so beyond everything he was talking about. I moved away from it and he was still stuck in Charismania.
I dropped him off at a house church in the Denver area after hanging out for the day. I gave him a hug and told him I loved him. As I was driving home I thought about how nice it felt that I freed myself from Christianity so much. All of the cognitive dissonance and the hang ups about morality and immorality, trying to walk in my destiny and wondering if I’m hearing from God and what He may be telling me no longer concerns me. I can just be.