Thanks, Mary.
You see, the thing is I didn't walk away from my faith. The experiences thing - okay, you can't expect that all the time, but I always felt that God was with me - until one evening, I can even remember it, I was sitting in my nursing chair feeding dd2 who wasn't sleeping, and I realised that I was on my own. And I spent the best part of two years begging God to come back, not to leave me, just for a moment to let me know it had been real. And even when my friend's ds died, even when I lay in hospital with nb ds and dd2 was in the children's ward with dh b/c they thought she had meningitis, I begged and begged and got nothing.
So, either God isn't very kind, or God isn't the kind of personal God I'd believed in for years but is in fact some kind of source or energy, or madamez isn't that far off the mark with her Jimmy Carr joke.
Now I'm no longer a Christian I don't feel eaten up by guilt, but at the same time I know I am accountable to myself without the 'get out of jail free' aspect of being 'forgiven'. I don't have to try and understand why there is suffering - it just exists - and I don't have to try and explain why God doesn't intervene, because the God I believe in isn't a personal God with a will that can do that. Jesus is actually more interesting as a mortal man who let himself be killed b/c his ministry was so important to him he would die for it. I've tried relying on God and it didn't work, so now I have to rely on myself.
Best of all, as I said earlier, the Eastern religions are about living in the now, and as a Christian I would spend so much time worrying about the future (or longing for it), or regretting the past, when neither exist. It is really helping me in a concrete way to be more peaceful.
But I would be lying if I said I didn't miss the quiet moments late at night, with a dc asleep in my arms, when I would just be with Spirit. But that's gone, and I now wonder if it ever was real at all?
Do you remember my story about the rabbit looking in a pond at the reflection of the moon, and every time he put in his paw to get it the reflection broke into a thousand pieces? (That story really made me cry as a child!) Anyway, now I'm finally looking up at teh moon in the sky.
Thanks again,
STT (nearlythree)