I will never forget the moment I became a Christian.
Isn’t that a weird statement? I’m sure though, that there are other moments that people will never forget. It could be the moment they fell in love, or the moment they felt at home or the situation that occurred where they physically felt themselves became an adult.
For me, it was July 3rd, 2000 at a youth conference at Purdue University in Indiana.
Since then my whole life has in some way, shape or form, revolved around the church.
Like, fun fact, did you know that I have a not-yet-completed masters in leadership with an emphasis in spirituality? Or that I was a children’s pastor or that I used to regularly write sermon recaps for my church in Orange County? Or that the world race isn’t the only mission trip I’ve done. OR that I went to a Christian leadership academy in the south of Spain.
I’ve gone through ups and downs in my faith, just like any relationship.
There was the season after my friend Joe died that I had no space to pray, talk to God or even be in a church. I was angry, hurt and alone.
Then there was the time after the world race where I for all purpose fell apart and had no clue what I wanted to believe.
And then, there is now.
Yesterday, I wandered around a bookstore, mainly in the religion section. I perused titles and read the first few pages and tried to find something that matched what I was feeling.
I’ve been unsure lately.
So, I’ve been thinking about all the places I have been solely because I’m a Christian.
There is a lot. I have had a lot of experiences and emotions and adventures because of it.
The timeline of the last 18 years of my life would have looked very different had I not walked up to the stage in the midst of hundreds of high schoolers.
And that’s weird.
My faith and my relationship with God is very different then when I was 14. Then, it was based more on feeling. I felt God. More than I think I realized back then. If I would have gone to a church that focused on spiritual gifts and prophecy, I have no doubt that it is something that would have filled my life. There would be moments when I was leading worship that I would feel what I know now as the spirit moving through what I was singing.
But, why I am saying all these things?
Well, I’m at a place with my faith where I feel as if Jesus and I are on a break. Like we are at that friend level where we sit in room and no one says anything and it feels uncomfortable.
I ran out of church today because of it.
I ran out and looked at my calendar and contemplated what it would be to take a break from church.
Here’s the thing: I love my church. I love people and the atmosphere and all of it.
I’m just processing what it would be like to take a break for the self-care.
I’ve been a Christian over half my life now. I’ve had seasons of not going to church and seasons where I worked 6 days a week at one. I’ve held babies on five continents and preached in everywhere from a South African township to a maximum security prison in Peru.
I’ve heard dead on from God from people in bars and spoken words to people about themselves that I have no business knowing.
What I want to say is I’m not breaking up with God.
What I want to say is whatever deity you may believe in find no shame in taking a breath and looking at it all.
What I want to say is that you can believe and question all in the same breath.
So, this is just me, writing on a Sunday, on my second mimosa and just figuring out all the things.