After my summer of tree planting I had the funds to finance a trip to Europe. I did SWAP. Student work abroad program. They facilitated student visas to certain countries. I wanted Holland where my ancestors were from but it was not in the list. England was the closest.
I had a mission to f*CK a different guy from each country as part of my experience but I became a born again Christian after just one in London.
I worked in Piccadilly circus. I was a typist. I was asked on a street corner while on my way home if I'd like to attend a Bible study.
Since I had always enjoyed my time doing this in my youth and always made amazing friends I agreed
They asked me if I wanted some "squash". I confusedly answered no thank you. Squash to them I soon found out when lemonade was brought out is any kind of fruity drunk really..
But to us in Canada it's a vegetable. Hilarious.
So we had Bible study.
I had what I thought was quite the extensive biblical education. I indeed did not
I heard Scripture I had never heard before in previous Bible study or in church..which I had spent countless hours..and in a variety of denominations.
I was convicted quite easily that I had not been a true Christian all this time
It was a discipling ministry. I was being mentored now by a wonderful gal named Beverly. The church was a true church. Amazing people.
Luckily I was able to fairly seamlessly transition to the church in Toronto to which my cousin had been baptized. (I was baptized back in London)
I started post grad school..was on my merry way but I left the church several months in. I was still suffering from depression..couldn't understand why God hadn't fixed me..brought me a healthy relationship or fruit. I did invite one of my classmates to the church and she joined but left.
I felt the gospel we were taught was that most were going to hell and I just couldn't get behind that..
I felt I had to leave. It was like a divorce. I had developed such close family like relationships there
Soon after I decided I would live my life without religion and just be spiritual which meant I could have sex again without guilt. I could drink again..which I did..both.
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