The Short Story About MY Religion

True story:

Once upon a time, I lived in the city.

I was born to a Roman Catholic father and a Lutheran Mother. As tradition would have it, I would be baptized into my Mother's religion. I was therefore, baptized and raised as a Lutheran. I went to Sunday school and church as a Lutheran for 8 years. I was communed and confirmed into the ELCA. Because I was raised in the faith, I followed it.

I went to college and strayed, as many do.

After college, I met a guy. He was not affiliated with any religion.

I married him. 

We moved to the country. 

Because there was nobody, I went to church. I found acceptance and friends. I involved and immersed myself as much as possible and became a worship leader in 2007. It was all I had. At the time, I enjoyed and loved it. It was what I needed in my lonely time. I had my husband, we had 4 children ages 5 and under. I clung to my faith. It was what we knew and what my community supported.

7 years later, we moved BACK to the city. 

We found a church and went regularly, we became members. I became involved on the worship team, choir, and taught Sunday School loosely for 2 years. Then...my church SPLIT after the ELCA voted to accept gay pastors. One half went FOR and one half with AGAINST.

I went FOR. 

A mess happened.

I lost friends.

I left the church.

I still accept, love Jesus, AND accept electrons and random luck too. 

The end.