As a college-educated 26-year-old, I often find myself in an almost constant struggle with negativity and religion. What does being college educated or 26 have to do with any of this? I’m not sure, but it sounds nice. Maybe those two things make me feel like I should have it figured out? The unfortunate truth is that I do not, in fact, have any of it figured out.
A childhood with strong Catholicism influence (my uncle’s a priest after all) and my mother’s on and off again convenient bouts with Christianity left me, at the very least, confused. So today, when the lunch conversation shifted to the upcoming Noah movie, I became almost immediately enraged. I don’t understand the reason for such anger and that seems to feed something else entirely. Like the rude snot I am, I turned to my phone and browsed Twitter aimlessly, wondering how people could actually believe that there was an ark, a Noah, any of it, really.
As I tried to understand my rage, it turned into an entire mess of emotion and questions. Why are such huge concepts forced on children at such a young age? Like, I was taught the story of Noah’s ark as a young girl. Now, when I have enough sense to think for myself and call the bluff, I feel remorseful and full of guilt for questioning things in the first place. Would some say this is God at work? I’m not sure. One thing I do know is that Easter is this weekend, another time when I question huge stories from the scripture and listen to born-again, hypocritical family members praise God in one sentence and insult their wife in the next.
A childhood with strong Catholicism influence (my uncle’s a priest after all) and my mother’s on and off again convenient bouts with Christianity left me, at the very least, confused. So today, when the lunch conversation shifted to the upcoming Noah movie, I became almost immediately enraged. I don’t understand the reason for such anger and that seems to feed something else entirely. Like the rude snot I am, I turned to my phone and browsed Twitter aimlessly, wondering how people could actually believe that there was an ark, a Noah, any of it, really.
As I tried to understand my rage, it turned into an entire mess of emotion and questions. Why are such huge concepts forced on children at such a young age? Like, I was taught the story of Noah’s ark as a young girl. Now, when I have enough sense to think for myself and call the bluff, I feel remorseful and full of guilt for questioning things in the first place. Would some say this is God at work? I’m not sure. One thing I do know is that Easter is this weekend, another time when I question huge stories from the scripture and listen to born-again, hypocritical family members praise God in one sentence and insult their wife in the next.
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