Losing my religion
                                   By Frances Albertston
 
                                   December 20, 2000 | I was born and raised a Protestant in a
                                   United Church of Christ. I was baptized, confirmed and married
                                   on the same altar where my father was baptized, confirmed and
                                   vowed to honor and cherish his lovely bride—my mom.

                                   My family went to church weekly, but were never ones to
                                   wear our Christianity on our sleeves. We were taught that
                                   religion was deeply personal. We followed the same
                                   schedule week in and week out. Church and Sunday School
                                   followed by a visit with our grandma's and then a stop for
                                   fresh-baked rolls and lunch meat on the way home. In fall
                                   and early winter our visits to grandma's were shortened to
                                   accommodate the Bears.

                                   My extended family was always close-knit. My dad was one
                                   of six children and holidays were always a blast with so many
                                   cousins running around getting into mischief. I was especially
                                   close to three of my cousins; three brothers, two of whom
                                   were identical twins. We attended the same church that was
                                   across the street from my grandma's duplex (my cousins' family
                                   lived upstairs). Being the middle of three girls, my cousins were
                                   the brothers I never had. Always a tomboy, they taught me how
                                   to play sports with the boys and I loved them for it.

                                   One of my twin cousins married an over-bearing woman who
                                   promptly took over his life. The first thing to go was his backbone.
                                   Her family was in; his was out. I heard they became "good Christians"
                                   —big donors, active in their church. Nowadays, they spend their entire
                                   Sunday at church.  It was even rumored that my cousin had become so
                                   close to God that he began speaking in tongues before his fellow parishioners.
                                   They wear their Christianity on their sleeves for all the world to see.

                                   Their sleeves serve as justification of their superior existence
                                   and reinforce their belief that they are good people. They
                                   only socialize with fellow church members. Those outside
                                   their sect are viewed as the equivalent of infidels. My aunt
                                   and uncle have been shunned and hardly ever see their
                                   grandchildren. When they are allowed to see each other, my
                                   cousin's wife interrogates her children to make sure that
                                   grandma and grandpa stayed in line. Their children started
                                   out at the same public school my children attended, before
                                   we moved to another state, but that school wasn¹t good
                                   enough for their kids, so they enrolled them in the parochial
                                   school through their church. Unfortunately, the school was
                                   open to infidels, so their children are now home-schooled
                                   and their mom is reported to run the house like a boot camp.
                                   They lead a very sheltered life.

                                   I began to lose my religion on December 7, 1997, when my
                                   mom died unexpectedly. In Mom's later years, she didn't
                                   attend church regularly like she used to. She never said why
                                   she stopped going to church, but I know she still believed.
                                   At her wake, my cousin's wife greeted me with some empty,
                                   meaningless bible verse, which to this day, I cannot remember.
                                   The only thing embossed in my memory is that it was the coldest
                                   display of compassion or Christianity I have ever encountered.
                                   At Mom's funeral, many were brought to tears when our pastor
                                   held up Mom's tattered, familiar and well-loved Bible, and made a
                                   point of mentioning that "Nancy didn't wear her Christianity on her
                                   sleeve, but in my hand I hold proof of her faith." Many relatives later
                                   mentioned the stark difference between my mom and my cousin and his wife.

                                   Since Mom's death, I have frequently questioned my faith.
                                   My children were 5 and 3 when she died and they no longer
                                   have a grandma to fuss over them as my husband's mom
                                   passed away when he was only 16. It wasn't fair. How could
                                   God take her from us when we needed her so?

                                   At a time when I needed my faith reaffirmed, it was further
                                   challenged. Losing my religion became easier as the days and
                                   months passed because of the beating Christianity took at the
                                   mouths of pseudo-Christians like Jerry Falwell, Pat
                                   Robertson, James Dobson, Henry Hyde, Ralph Reed, Newt
                                   Gingrich, Bob Barr, Dan Burton and the biggest hypocrite of
                                   all, William Bennett. These characters preach hatred from
                                   behind a facade of Christianity. They have given my religion a
                                   bad name and have left it badly stained.

                                   The height of their hypocrisy occurred in December of 1998,
                                   when the Republican House of Representatives impeached
                                   President Clinton for doing something many of them have
                                   done themselves. Never in my life have I witnessed so much
                                   vile hatred from a group of pseudo-Christians for one man
                                   and his wife. Mrs. Clinton was berated for not giving her
                                   husband the boot when his infidelity was exposed. Why were
                                   these pseudo-Christians poking their noses into the Clintons'
                                   marriage by encouraging her to break an oath she took
                                   before God, while at the same time castigating her husband
                                   for breaking the oath he took? I thought divorce was
                                   frowned upon by Christians. So serious is divorce in some
                                   doctrines of Christianity, that once divorced, one cannot
                                   marry again unless the first marriage is annulled.

                                   These folks constantly quote God for political gain and from
                                   listening to them, you'd think God and Jesus were
                                   conservative Republicans. But this could not be further from
                                   the truth. From the teachings I remember learning as a child,
                                   Jesus was a staunch champion of the poor and the
                                   downtrodden. This is evident all the way back to the very
                                   first Christmas. The star of Bethlehem brought people from
                                   miles around to praise the newborn King. The three wise
                                   men brought gold, frankincense and myrrh to lay at the feet
                                   of the Savior, but who was it that made Jesus smile? The little
                                   boy who was too poor to offer anything but a gift from his
                                   heart; a song on his drum. If Jesus graced the Earth today, he
                                   probably would not align himself with any political party, but
                                   there is no doubt in my mind that he would support causes
                                   liberals hold dear.

                                   When George W. came on the national scene citing Jesus as
                                   his favorite philosopher, I was reminded of someone I used
                                   to know: my cousin, the one without the backbone who
                                   wears his Christianity on his sleeve.

                                   The Republicans promised to raise the bar of the presidency
                                   after what they called "the staining of the Oval Office" by
                                   President Clinton and then they offered up Dubya as the
                                   antidote to him! A man who drank himself into a drunken
                                   stupor for the first 40 years of his life, abandoned his military
                                   obligation, has all but admitted to using illicit drugs through his
                                   non-denial denials, is reported to have illegally aborted a
                                   child he fathered and who is rumored to have ended an affair
                                   just prior to his announcement of running for president. The
                                   media hit bottom when they adopted this man as their new
                                   darling and became his enabler the moment they allowed him
                                   to refuse to answer questions pertaining to his "young and
                                   irresponsible" decades of adulthood simply because he
                                   wiped the slate clean and claimed redemption. The
                                   pseudo-Christians fawn over him like they are witnessing the
                                   second coming. I'll have none of it.

                                   My family recently relocated and we haven't yet found the
                                   time required to navigate the road to finding a church. What's
                                   holding us up? I'm not sure I can worship in a church with
                                   people who believe the hatred emanating from Washington
                                   and the religious right is a form of Christianity. I hope to find
                                   a church again someday, but I must find one that practices
                                   what it preaches and teaches the true doctrine of Christianity
                                   and not the demoralized and diminished version made famous
                                   by pseudo-Christian conservatives.

                                   What a strange affect the Reverends Falwell and Robertson
                                   and their followers have had on me. They are supposed to
                                   bring more people into the fold of Christianity by spreading
                                   the word of God. Thanks to those who are Christians in their
                                   own minds, the bushel seems to be falling fast on the light of
                                   my Christianity and I fear I am losing my religion. I hope my
                                   light shines again one day, but until it does, I would rather
                                   burn in hell by worshiping my own way than die a hypocrite
                                   by breaking bread with a True Believer.

                                   I know I am not the only person who has struggled with similar feelings.
                                   A few months ago, former President Jimmy Carter ended his long-standing
                                   relationship with the Baptist church.

                                   One of the most unsettling aspects of George W. and the
                                   agenda of the Christian conservatives is their desire to chip
                                   away at the separation of church and state. It's clear to me
                                   now more than ever that the separation must remain intact.
 
 
 

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