The beginning of the end

After a long hard battle, in a war that is still being fought, the time has come to speak up. To share my experiences as a Fundamentalist Christian, on the inside looking out. And as a recovering, confused Christian on the outside, looking in.

My story began 1/4 of a century ago. It relies heavily upon memories. Some facts may get muddled, and I may never figure out what I was thinking at certain times, or why I did some of the things I did. But what really matters, is those memories are a part of a journey that cannot be relived. Memories of a time when I honestly thought I had been blessed with knowledge of the truth that had eluded so much of the rest of Christendom.

Thanks to those who led me to this truth, my daughters would not face the traumas, the confusion, the sins, and the difficulties that we had faced. Because we now knew the answers, we could instill them into our children, who would embrace them. If we trained up our children in the way they should go, they would never depart from it. Their future was in our hands. We had just taken on a job that even Adam and Eve failed at. But, despite never having walked through the Garden of Eden, chatting with God, somehow, through the passage of time, with the help of the Holy Spirit, we would succeed.

How wrong we were......