Jump to content

Astrea

New Member
  • Content Count

    2
  • Joined

  • Last visited

Community Reputation

6 Neutral

About Astrea

  • Rank
    Curious

Profile Information

  • Gender
    Female
  • Location
    Northwest
  • Interests
    Earth and starry skies
  • More About Me
    I am an artist and find my greatest pleasures in nature, learning and wonder, and beautiful people.

Previous Fields

  • Still have any Gods? If so, who or what?
    All of them

Recent Profile Visitors

The recent visitors block is disabled and is not being shown to other users.

  1. Thank you all so much. There are so many gems of wisdom here. I deeply loved my mom, in spite of her rigid beliefs and I know that she deeply loved me as well. This has given me immense comfort, because, truly, love is more powerful than belief I think, I hope. I am doing much better about her death, the first two months were pretty rough. I have strongly felt that moving on with love is the only way to really heal from loosing someone so dear. As for tragic dogma and funerals....oh my goodness, Joshpantera!! What a traumatic experience!! Oh, to have a letter read publicly, just heart wrenching to hear. My mother was a gifted singer/songwriter of religious music. The night before her surgery (her last night of life) at church she sang a song that she had written for Jesus. Her church had recorded it. It was played at her funeral. It was so hard to hear, for so many reasons. Thank you all so much for your helpful words. I think as far as grief, the part of it- the natural part, I am working through. It feels horrible, but it is progressing in natural ways. The aspect of the religion has been all together a different feeling not natural. I am beginning to believe that religion is one of the most divisive things that we humans practice. I am the only non christian in the family and the only one who has forged a path of my own. Nothing feels more exclusive than not being part of the belief of a family when someone dies. I have spoken with many people who share philosophies with me, that has been healing, but I think that no one really knows, unless they have been part of the evangelical faith, quite what it means. Thank you all so much.
  2. Hello, This is my first post and my first visit to this forum. I was raised Pentecostal. My parents were "saved" when I was about 4 and took it all very seriously, it became our entire lives. It was the full speaking in tongues-holy roller, fire and brimstone church. Women were expected to wear the uniform of dresses, uncut hair and modesty. When I was 5 I asked to be baptized, much to the joy of my parents and the members of the church. In all honesty I was absolutely terrified of hell (what do five year olds know of sin) and it lead me to years of pursuing the magic key to heaven, speaking in tongues. I never got the "gift" but I faked it, which resulted in terrifying nightmares. My parents left when I was a teenager and we church shopped. I was elated that we were done with that but I had layers and layers of repression and fear. So as a teenager I rebelled, and I rebelled as hard as I could. I was quite certain that I was not a christian by the time I was 17 and began to explore nature based religions. That suited me perfectly. My parents in the last 10 or so years have returned to the church of my childhood. I tried as much as I could to avoid the topic with my parents. As I am sure many of you can relate, it was a wound between us that was deeper and more painful than I could ever really manage. I just wanted to be accepted and my parents just wanted to assure my eternal salvation. Almost thirty years have passed since I have considered myself to be a christian. It has been a a wonderful path, full of self discovery and, for the most part, the joy of freedom. I am comfortable and confident with my spirituality. I dont fear hell or the disapproval of God anymore, there has just been one pain that endures and that is the disapproval of my parents and the pain in their eyes when any topic comes close to my/their religious beliefs. About a year ago I "came out" to my mother about my beliefs, her beliefs, and the gap between the two. It was very painful and I wondered for the last year why I felt so compelled to do it.This long winded ramble of mine really has much to do with what I wanted to ask. How have people handled the death of a parent who remains devout? In October my mother unexpectedly fell into a coma during a simple out patient surgery. She was brain dead and she did not survive. The absolute devastation of the loss of my mother was further complicated by their religion. Her church (the church of my childhood) really pulled together to support my father and help out. They are very nice people and they love my parents, but that heaviness of the religion I left behind was in the air. Her funeral was at the church. I had not been in that building in a very long time it definitely opened wounds that I thought had long healed. The memory of sadness in my mothers eyes because of her belief that we would be separated forever, knowing that thousands of prayers were spoken alone and in this church aloud for my soul have added a complication to my grief that has been very confusing. To add even more sting, my father gave me a letter that he found, written 6 years ago by my mother to me. I simply could not read it, I knew what it was. I had my husband read it for me and he confirmed that the letter was exactly what I thought it was, a plea for my return to Jesus. My mother died with the certainty of her beliefs that do not include an eternity with me. I wonder how any of you have managed the death of a parent who remains a born again/evangelical christian? Does anyone have any advice on navigating these intense emotions? Thank you
×
×
  • Create New...

Important Information

By using this site, you agree to our Guidelines.