So of all thing I’ve written in the past, this is the most likely to start arguments I really don’t want to have.
I’m not sure why I feel the need to write about this. But I do.
I walked away from Easter Sunday at church, but instead of reinforcing my faith, it filled me with doubts.
Make no mistake.
I believe in a higher power.
I find comfort in my faith.
I have a great one-on-one relationship with God that has nothing to do with anyone but me and God.
I also don’t believe my friends’ relationships with their higher power (whatever the name) is somehow less right if they don’t do it my way.
I don’t believe that if you say a special prayer, you’ll be “saved”, far too many people have never (or will never) hear those words.
I cannot attend a church, or watch my kids grow up with these habits, where they are taught it’s OK to laugh at someone else JUST BECAUSE THEY HAVE THE AUDACITY TO DISAGREE..
I’m going to get a crap-ton of flak for this.
People will take this the wrong way.
I can see it now: #AnissaHatesJesus.
My marriage isn’t like anyone else’s.
I don’t parent like anyone else.
No one else has my best friend.
So why would I expect my personal experience with MY higher power to be cookie cutter?