How can one thing destroy an otherwise good parent-son relationship? I hate that I am posting this, but I hope to get some food for thought.
Story:
I grew up in a Christian home; my dad is also a pastor... So are two of my uncles. Suffice to say my family is very "christian." My dad was always encouraging me to be independent. He also wanted me to figure out my spirituality on my own (within the christianity construct). When I studied the Bible and had questions, he wouldn't just give his opinion; he would give me all the different theological arguments and his opinion.
As I got older, I realized my beliefs didn't line up with my parents denomination so I changed churches. My dad was cool with it. The rest of my family was not; switching denominations is apparently not allowed... Or something like. Very sinful.
Let us just say that the end of my religious following culminated in a church internship where everything I ever believed fell to ruin and my view of the church was shattered. I left the internship and went home to fall into one of the darkest places I have ever been. Needless to say I didn't go back to church, which hurt my dad but I think he understood I needed to figure stuff out. So other than telling me I needed to get back in church, he mostly left me alone.
...fast-forward...
After pulling myself out of that hole, I began to make progression again. Everything was looking up. I began studying other religions and philosophies. They all had something good to them, but I couldn't apply them to my life. They all came up short trying to explain the "truth."
When I thought about christianity, I didn't think about all the bad; I just remembered connecting to the Spirit. So I began meditating (without the Bible). Funny thing. God was still there. I was still capable of connecting to the divine. In my mind, that almost negated religion. Religions are all trying to explain the unexplainable divinity of the universe and fighting about who is right. They are many attempts to explain the whole, the truth.
Then came my first LSD trip... The solidification of these ideas... I am one piece of something so much greater. We are made in God's image; he isn't made in ours. This monolithic father figure is incorrect. The origin, the source of the reverberations of energy that make up our universe is "God." We are just a piece of God. There is no eternal suffering for that. If you understand this, why would you ever want to condemn someone to eternal suffering. A man lying on his deathbed accepts Christ, and the christian praying with him is thinking, "This isn't fair. I have been a christian doing good my whole life, and this guy got to do whatever he wanted. Why does he get the same Heaven I do?" That is so fucking ridiculous.
So I began tripping a lot. My ideas have changed, morphed, and progressed. I won't get into it here, but obviously religion doesn't play a role in my life... Other than making things between my dad and I very tense.
I even tried to go back, to be the happy christian again. To make my dad proud of me again. Which sounds petty, but my dad has always stood behind me and the decisions I have made. He is the greatest man that I know. Him being a pastor is perfect; his love for God and people is inspirational. But he doesn't understand that we have the same values, mine just without religion. I think it is mostly the conditions he grew up in along with being a pastor not allowing him to understand. That came out wrong, but how can you teach a congregation one thing and allow your son to be nonreligious. I also do not think anyone would argue that the two generations grew up in the same environment.
To get off that rant, I am still suffering the reprocussions of the two weeks I spent in church. They are like flies, and I am a garbage bag of old chinese food and roaches. Weed roaches. Haha.
To get to my point. I don't really know how to handle my dad anymore. We are both pretty stubborn, and I cannot let him live my life. He even told me that one time, but I don't think that he knew I would quit church. I feel like a disappointment when I talk to him. I hate that I hurt him. But at the same time, I am past religion. There is no going back. I can deal with my extended family hating me, but I don't want the same look of disapproval coming from my dad.
It's impossible to thoroughly explain my ideas without putting down his life. What do you do with that?
and my ideas are constantly changing, so my arguments are also.
I guess I just want to know how you guys would go about having this conversation with him. I cannot keep putting it off.
And my dad is intelligent which makes it harder, he will destroy holes in my arguments. Haha. I don't want it to turn into unconstructive criticism.
Story:
I grew up in a Christian home; my dad is also a pastor... So are two of my uncles. Suffice to say my family is very "christian." My dad was always encouraging me to be independent. He also wanted me to figure out my spirituality on my own (within the christianity construct). When I studied the Bible and had questions, he wouldn't just give his opinion; he would give me all the different theological arguments and his opinion.
As I got older, I realized my beliefs didn't line up with my parents denomination so I changed churches. My dad was cool with it. The rest of my family was not; switching denominations is apparently not allowed... Or something like. Very sinful.

Let us just say that the end of my religious following culminated in a church internship where everything I ever believed fell to ruin and my view of the church was shattered. I left the internship and went home to fall into one of the darkest places I have ever been. Needless to say I didn't go back to church, which hurt my dad but I think he understood I needed to figure stuff out. So other than telling me I needed to get back in church, he mostly left me alone.
...fast-forward...
After pulling myself out of that hole, I began to make progression again. Everything was looking up. I began studying other religions and philosophies. They all had something good to them, but I couldn't apply them to my life. They all came up short trying to explain the "truth."
When I thought about christianity, I didn't think about all the bad; I just remembered connecting to the Spirit. So I began meditating (without the Bible). Funny thing. God was still there. I was still capable of connecting to the divine. In my mind, that almost negated religion. Religions are all trying to explain the unexplainable divinity of the universe and fighting about who is right. They are many attempts to explain the whole, the truth.
Then came my first LSD trip... The solidification of these ideas... I am one piece of something so much greater. We are made in God's image; he isn't made in ours. This monolithic father figure is incorrect. The origin, the source of the reverberations of energy that make up our universe is "God." We are just a piece of God. There is no eternal suffering for that. If you understand this, why would you ever want to condemn someone to eternal suffering. A man lying on his deathbed accepts Christ, and the christian praying with him is thinking, "This isn't fair. I have been a christian doing good my whole life, and this guy got to do whatever he wanted. Why does he get the same Heaven I do?" That is so fucking ridiculous.
So I began tripping a lot. My ideas have changed, morphed, and progressed. I won't get into it here, but obviously religion doesn't play a role in my life... Other than making things between my dad and I very tense.
I even tried to go back, to be the happy christian again. To make my dad proud of me again. Which sounds petty, but my dad has always stood behind me and the decisions I have made. He is the greatest man that I know. Him being a pastor is perfect; his love for God and people is inspirational. But he doesn't understand that we have the same values, mine just without religion. I think it is mostly the conditions he grew up in along with being a pastor not allowing him to understand. That came out wrong, but how can you teach a congregation one thing and allow your son to be nonreligious. I also do not think anyone would argue that the two generations grew up in the same environment.
To get off that rant, I am still suffering the reprocussions of the two weeks I spent in church. They are like flies, and I am a garbage bag of old chinese food and roaches. Weed roaches. Haha.
To get to my point. I don't really know how to handle my dad anymore. We are both pretty stubborn, and I cannot let him live my life. He even told me that one time, but I don't think that he knew I would quit church. I feel like a disappointment when I talk to him. I hate that I hurt him. But at the same time, I am past religion. There is no going back. I can deal with my extended family hating me, but I don't want the same look of disapproval coming from my dad.
It's impossible to thoroughly explain my ideas without putting down his life. What do you do with that?
and my ideas are constantly changing, so my arguments are also.
I guess I just want to know how you guys would go about having this conversation with him. I cannot keep putting it off.
And my dad is intelligent which makes it harder, he will destroy holes in my arguments. Haha. I don't want it to turn into unconstructive criticism.
