My title?

Well, Jesus Christ is the cornerstone of our faith, thank goodness. I think that all of the variations of the faith have added valuable things to the building of it (some more than others). But there were many things added by many traditions that should not be there, and this practice will no doubt continue.

For my own personal faith, most of the building was done by and in the Evangelical church. And one of the key foundational stones loosened, crumbled a little, and then was violently dislodged. Much of the building came tumbling down. What survived was later knocked down by me as I struggled to figure out what was true about my faith and what wasn’t. 

Haven’t spent rather a long time amidst the rubble, begging God to rebuild (or at least show mercy to me if it couldn’t be rebuilt), I finally found the Cornerstone buried under the mess. And I was able to make out the line of foundational stones. And now begins the hard labour of fitting together the stones that should be there, of destroying the stones that shouldn’t, and—most challenging—determining which is which.

Thank God for Biblical scholars. 

Though I suppose it’s the presence of Biblical scholars that enables me to do all of this questioning. ;)


By way of an introduction

I have made the long, hard journey out of conservative, Evangelical Christianity, which is probably heartbreaking or frightening for some people to hear, since Evangelical Christians tend to think of themselves as the only true Christianity. 

Having been born in that tribe and found my faith within it, it’s hard for me to say, too, because I am resisting what this means.

It does not actually mean that I’m no longer a Christian or that my faith is less vital. It doesn’t mean that I’ve left the faith or that I need to be prayed about or spoken about in hushed terms. But I know that this is what my Evangelical brothers and sisters will think.

I don’t actually know where I would fall in the Christian spectrum. The religion is as diverse as the believers who are participants in it. I think I find myself not really a part of any tribe these days, except the one full of other people likewise trying to find a home. 

I’m processing my journey here and also wrestling with and speaking against the more troubling aspects of the faith in which I grew up.

Here is my huge disclaimer: When I say “in which I grew up”, I am referring to the culture and climate of my tribe of faith. I am not referring to my parents or a specific church we went to. I think that my parents are actually a huge reason why I still have my faith. They were so humble in sharing their own faith. I think my mom is concerned about me. My dad might be, too, though I haven’t gotten that sense. But they shared what they believed to be true making no apologies for it… while also admitting when they didn’t know an answer or when something didn’t make sense. My parents also thought creatively about things that didn’t seem to make sense and made it very safe to explore the questions of faith.

When I found myself presented with situations that set my belief of what was true against my experience of what was true, I was saved from having to discard one or the other by the example of my parents who seemed to be always actively working to reconcile the two.

I know they disagree with me about certain things. But they made it possible for me to survive spiritually where others have not.