my whole family is religious. My parents even took me too Africa when I was little when they did some missionary work. However I have never really managed to believe. But two years ago, my family started going to a new charismatic, "happy-clappy" church, and got me to come along.
When I first started going, I got along fine with people there, and I some close friends. Then I went to a big youth camp for a week, I was 18 at the time. I had a great time and really felt close to my best friend. I felt like I was a real Christian.
But the problems started in the weeks following, I was never part of anything they did. And every time I tried to talk to someone they all ignored me all the time. And they never made an effort to invite me to any of thier gatherings or parties etc. Any way one evening I was at church, and we were all talking together, and every time I tried to join in the conversation, everyone just ignored me and talked over me. And I wasnt the only one getting treated like this - everyone who wasnt in the top "popular" group also was treated like that, and they all stopped going.
So I decided to stop going. But a few months later on Christmas Day, my family guilt-tripped me into coming with them to give church another chance. Anyway after the meeting the same old gang were standing around, talking as they usually did about private jokes and stories that noone else was included in. Anyway one of them had got a playstation for Christmas so I just remarked that my brother had had some games for his that day. He just looked at me shrugged and said "so". Anyway that was the day I "lost my faith" and gave up religion for good.
I then started thinking about how bad it had been. Everybody there was really stupid, and none of them had anything in commom with me. They like wearing tracksuits and hanging around in MacDonalds for fun. And they used to go on friday nights and jump up and down to the music, but in the week theyd all be boasting about how many girls they slept with and how many drugs they took. Trying so hard to be their friend was like banging my head against the wall. And I had good friends in other non christian places but not there. There is a group of the best, most popular Christians, and they never talk to any of the rest of us outcasts.
And I hate everything about it now, how they used to try to persuade us to give more and more money to the church. (the pastors who live off the money donated to the church all live in huge houses and drive BMWs.)
And I hate the cheesy Christian nu metal they used to make us hear every Friday night. I dont know why I wrote all this, but , this is why I am feeling so down,,,the bad memories of church, make me so depressed, even though I havnt been for a year.
This year I went to a missionary reunion with my family, and I met loads of Christians my age , from different places. And I had a great time, I really enjoyed meeting people. But I just cant get over my bad experiences of church.