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AzrealGelert
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(I like to put threads on the right section, but wasn’t sure where this should go, if a mod has a better idea of where to place it please move)
Ok,
So many if not all will know I’m new here, my first post being yesterday regarding my thoughts/questions regarding Judas.
It is time I was honest with you all regarding my journey and why I have no doubt I won’t make it again. I said I was exploring the Catholic Faith for my wife who is Roman Catholic, and this is true; although I have tried once before in the past and went to RCIA for her but left after 6 weeks.
Time to give you my story. Firstly I am not depressed, I love life and my family, its religiously I am miserable, and with the feeling of being, not abandoned, but somewhat alone and (or) undesired.
Ok where to start, I have only been a good person since I met my wife. Before my wife, I was a horrid person. I walked a path so far from God that you can’t even imagine. I don’t really want to go into my past in detail but I will tell you bits. I was not a good, moral, ethical, caring human being, some would even say I was the scum of society. I also had a real issue with God. I hated him with my very soul. I would often …its embarrassing to say, pray simply to tell God how much I hated him and what a worthless pieces of (you can imagine) he was, I would pray to simply verbally abuse God and tell him how much I hated his very being. I purposely did EVERYTHING against what he would want me to do. I really cant stress enough how much hatred I had for God, I would just pray, and pray and pray, and it would just be all insults on how much he hasn’t done, and how little he helps anyone in need, and how much suffering he allows on humans, animals and the environment. I became a drug addict, which led me to needing a hart operation. It was around this time I met a girl online who later became my wife today, she lived in Canada and helped me get off the drugs. We had plans for me to come and see her after my heart op. Before the op I requested a DNR (Do, Not Resuscitate), it was my way of showing God I wasn’t afraid to die and tell him face to face of what I thought of him. However, an hour before for the first time I was scared of dying, and although didn’t regret everything I had said to God, I was genuine when I told him I was terrified and didn’t want to die yet. I woke up hours later, and again, although didn’t repent I did thank him for not letting me die before I met my future wife.
To this day I still haven’t looked or asked for forgiveness for any of my actions, I have said sorry in prayer for what I have done in the past, but have never officially asked for forgiveness on everything I did, and my actions. Why? What if some people aren’t savable? It’s easy to say God doesn’t think like that, but what if he does? I am not only terrified that he will reject me for all I have done (which is understandable), but also terrified that I pushed it to far, did I murder anyone, no, but some things are worse I think. So in the past when I tried exploring the Catholic Church I left RCIA because I fear that some can’t be saved, and fear that I may be one of them, or fear the rejection of God due to my past. The fear of rejection from God is unbearable; hence I sometimes feel a connection to Judas. I betrayed him in my actions thoughts, and words. I worry maybe this is now my cross to bear, to go through life not knowing if I did push it to far and lost any chance of receiving Gods love. I apologize all the time, but can’t bring myself to ask for forgiveness due to the idea of what if that grace of forgiveness isn’t felt. Then what? What if I complete RCIA, baptism comes when you are washed clean, and the feeling others have described as indescribable isn’t there…And is still have the feeling that I haven’t done enough to be forgiven and never will. And ultimately still feel…alone, religiously.
I hope some, or anyone can offer some kind of guidance, on how to approach this, or overcome it. I know this could and most likely will be the reason I don’t make it again, even though I would like to. I am sorry for my life story, but the only way I think anyone can help is if they know.
Ok,
So many if not all will know I’m new here, my first post being yesterday regarding my thoughts/questions regarding Judas.
It is time I was honest with you all regarding my journey and why I have no doubt I won’t make it again. I said I was exploring the Catholic Faith for my wife who is Roman Catholic, and this is true; although I have tried once before in the past and went to RCIA for her but left after 6 weeks.
Time to give you my story. Firstly I am not depressed, I love life and my family, its religiously I am miserable, and with the feeling of being, not abandoned, but somewhat alone and (or) undesired.
Ok where to start, I have only been a good person since I met my wife. Before my wife, I was a horrid person. I walked a path so far from God that you can’t even imagine. I don’t really want to go into my past in detail but I will tell you bits. I was not a good, moral, ethical, caring human being, some would even say I was the scum of society. I also had a real issue with God. I hated him with my very soul. I would often …its embarrassing to say, pray simply to tell God how much I hated him and what a worthless pieces of (you can imagine) he was, I would pray to simply verbally abuse God and tell him how much I hated his very being. I purposely did EVERYTHING against what he would want me to do. I really cant stress enough how much hatred I had for God, I would just pray, and pray and pray, and it would just be all insults on how much he hasn’t done, and how little he helps anyone in need, and how much suffering he allows on humans, animals and the environment. I became a drug addict, which led me to needing a hart operation. It was around this time I met a girl online who later became my wife today, she lived in Canada and helped me get off the drugs. We had plans for me to come and see her after my heart op. Before the op I requested a DNR (Do, Not Resuscitate), it was my way of showing God I wasn’t afraid to die and tell him face to face of what I thought of him. However, an hour before for the first time I was scared of dying, and although didn’t regret everything I had said to God, I was genuine when I told him I was terrified and didn’t want to die yet. I woke up hours later, and again, although didn’t repent I did thank him for not letting me die before I met my future wife.
To this day I still haven’t looked or asked for forgiveness for any of my actions, I have said sorry in prayer for what I have done in the past, but have never officially asked for forgiveness on everything I did, and my actions. Why? What if some people aren’t savable? It’s easy to say God doesn’t think like that, but what if he does? I am not only terrified that he will reject me for all I have done (which is understandable), but also terrified that I pushed it to far, did I murder anyone, no, but some things are worse I think. So in the past when I tried exploring the Catholic Church I left RCIA because I fear that some can’t be saved, and fear that I may be one of them, or fear the rejection of God due to my past. The fear of rejection from God is unbearable; hence I sometimes feel a connection to Judas. I betrayed him in my actions thoughts, and words. I worry maybe this is now my cross to bear, to go through life not knowing if I did push it to far and lost any chance of receiving Gods love. I apologize all the time, but can’t bring myself to ask for forgiveness due to the idea of what if that grace of forgiveness isn’t felt. Then what? What if I complete RCIA, baptism comes when you are washed clean, and the feeling others have described as indescribable isn’t there…And is still have the feeling that I haven’t done enough to be forgiven and never will. And ultimately still feel…alone, religiously.
I hope some, or anyone can offer some kind of guidance, on how to approach this, or overcome it. I know this could and most likely will be the reason I don’t make it again, even though I would like to. I am sorry for my life story, but the only way I think anyone can help is if they know.