The Day I lost my Religion

People lose their ways in life sometimes–the pressure, the lures, the thoughts…and at some point, they find themselves far from where they had planned to be, or far from where they simply wanted to be, on the other side of a river too deep to cross, and so they sit there, in tears.

And to them, it feels like there is no way out. And they say things like, “I lost my way,” or “I lost my religion.”

I remember when I lost my religion. But it was a different kind of loss. Because my religion, it was nicely packaged between the pages of my Bible and the traditions of my little local church. I knew what God was like, and what He wanted from me. I knew what was acceptable, and how far I could go before “it” became a no-no. I knew how many hours a week I needed to dedicate to God so that  I could go on with my life without guilt.

And then, God showed up. Big, and strong, and loud and completely out of character as far as I was concerned.

And I lost my religion.


We were sitting in church on that Sunday night, singing an old hymn, and the one line says, “and He knows my name; and You know my name.” And God, without any fanfare or anything, He just let me know down to my toes that He indeed knew my name. And everything else about me. And that He cared. Deeply. And then, I saw the blood of His Son cover me. And I lost  my excuses. And I lost all kinds of addictions–my addiction to tobacco, and my addiction to self being the most relevant person in my life.

And then I realized that I lost one more thing: I had lost my religion.

And this loss, it is wonderful.

And I don’t plan to ever go looking for it. Some things are better off lost forever.

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  1. My impression of your post was quite different than your post actually was. So, initially I was stunned by the end. Yet, I understood. Though I don’t subscribe to religion (or better yet, the institution of religion), I understand having found a relationship. One that is mutual, loving, kind, whole, fulfilling, graceful, and honorable. 🙂

    Stopping by from Wake Up Wednesday!

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  2. What a great image you give us. Christ’s blood is so healing! And I love how you say “without any fanfare.” I always expect lightening and thunder or big outward events when my prayers are answered, so the “without any fanfare” always surprises me. But then, we have a God of surprises. Thanks for sharing your heart with us. Wow!
    Jenni @


  3. Interesting. Totally not what I expected! I don’t think “religion” always deserves the bad rap it gets, but it definitely shouldn’t be our point and purpose. I’m actually on a bit of a spiritual journey myself as I question the religion I was raised in and explore another one. I have a big series on my blog about it too. I’d love for you to check it out! Thanks for the thought-provoking post 🙂


  4. I enjoyed your post about loosing your religion and gaining a “RELATIONSHIP” with Jesus. I am in the process of leaving my “religious church” and finding my Pentecostal roots again.


  5. Amen, and amen. I love when God shows up without fanfare and “completely out of character” to what we expect. This resonates so deeply with me, that “some things are better off lost forever.” I am learning that in my journey of faith, too. I appreciate your story.

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  6. I am very happy I got to read this today, this is a very powerful message that we all need to remember. The image is very touching as well, and without a doubt only his word can do this.
    Take care and have a lovely rest of the week!


  7. Yes, He knows my name!

    Your post reminded me of this poem I recently read:

    Saying Our Names
    Marianne Murphy Zarzana

    Notice how just one syllable—
    say Jack—can expand and become
    the world, round and whole,
    when it is a child’s name
    being formed by a mother’s mouth.

    I’ve overheard women in stores and airports,
    restaurants and trains, sprinkling their talk
    with the name of a brand new baby or
    a grown child, say Morgen or Nora,
    Michael or Kyle, Joseph or Ava-Rose,

    singing each vowel and consonant
    so they stand out, resonate
    a pure bell whether the tone struck
    be proud and strong, a major key,
    or a diminished minor note.

    Sometimes, when my daughter catches
    her own name, Elaine May, part of a story
    I am telling a sister over the phone,
    later she’ll ask, quasi-annoyed,
    were you talking about me?

    Yes, endlessly, shamelessly, I tell stories
    about you. I say those fluid syllables,
    chosen for the meaning—light—
    the music, and to honor your grandmothers,
    chosen after discarding countless names.

    Yes, I say them again and again and wonder
    at the world they have become. Is this
    how God says our names? Is this why sometimes
    when I hear the wind rustling through the trees,
    I turn and listen?


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