I actually get along quite well with Christians, although I’m not very open about my faith. Only my closest friends and family know about my beliefs, and that’s enough. I live in a conservative rural area, and most people around here are evangelicals, including my family. Despite our differences, we have managed to find some common ground.
We both share great love and respect for Deity, a deep admiration for the beauty of Creation, and a desire to live in such a way that brings us closer to God. For my family, that means striving to become more “Christ like,” while for me, that means following my conscience and taking to heart the lessons I’m given.
We differ, of course, in our view of salvation. They believe that Christ is necessary to reach God, while I don’t believe that an intermediary, a middleman, is necessary. I’ve always been skeptical of religion, so my beliefs are based on my own personal experiences with Deity. I could never take anything on faith alone. Some of my experiences have been inner mystical experiences, while others were dramatic and miraculous events that have changed my life in every way.
I don’t consider myself a Wiccan, although there are some similarities. I don’t fit neatly into any “box” so I tend to avoid labels if necessary. Some would consider me a witch; others would call me a mystic, or a Goddess worshipper, or a pagan. It doesn’t really make any difference to me. I am what I am. I find a kindred spirit in people who are devout in their faith, no matter what faith they belong to. This has led me to believe that we are all seeking the same Source, just through different means.
I have a lot of respect for Catholicism, and I enjoy reading about the lives of saints. I find it comforting to know that people like this lived and made a difference in the world. I have a strong desire to dedicate my own life to helping others, of living a simple life of charity. It’s not glamorous, but it’s something that I feel called to do, and I can do no less.
I know that most Christians would still say that I’m being deceived by Satan, but I have to do what I think is right. What else can I do? I think it would be unconscienable to switch religions because of the threat of hell, rather than out of love. I have read most of the Bible, and I honestly don’t think I could love the God portrayed in the OT. He’s nothing like the patient and loving Deity that I know. I suspect if people had to choose between believing what they have experienced firsthand vs what is written in a book, the majority would choose to believe their own experiences. And, as they say, the proof is in the pudding. My path has made me a better person; less arrogant and selfish, more compassionate and loving. It transformed me from a materialistic atheist into someone with complete trust in the higher power, and a heartfelt belief that there is a reason for our existence. In fact, the dramatic change in me is what led my family to accept my path. Christians and pagans (non-Abrahamics) can co-exist without being overly hostile to each other. After all, hostility is not virtue of either path.
Wow, that was much longer than I had intended. My apologies for the length.
