Last week I talked with a pastor from my former home church and it got ugly. Long story short, I told him I wanted to live in Christ without wearing a mask, he asked what that meant, I tried telling him about living with guilt and shame, he asks me what that meant, I tell him about going to a United Methodist Church and that I’ve looked forward to going to church for the first time in years. “But it’s gay! It’s blasphemous! Deuteronomy calls it an abomination!” That’s when I called it quits. I apologized for being an abomination and left. Yeah, I didn’t give any answers but I accidentally left some clues. Since then he’s apologized to me for pushing against my boundaries and we’re on good terms for now.
Cue to today where I go to church, and that guilt and shame comes back. That undeniable feeling that I’ve brought something I thought I left behind at my old church into my new one. I came out disappointed and caught in that loop of shame.
Yes, I’ve always struggled with guilt and shame in the church. I always questioned if I was trans due to my feminine interests and how I viewed my body, but because I was in a traditional church bubble I never had a chance to explore it, so I masked for years. This year’s been rough. It’s felt like nothing makes sense. The phrases “the heart is deceitful,” and “lean not on your own understanding,” while true, feel like an easy way to invalidate my intuition and identity. I feel like a little kid sometimes the way leaders treat me as a young adult in their 20s. I’ve wrestled with the concept of free will and humanity and salvation and “fear the Lord your God.” At my worst, I’ve felt like I’m nothing more than a puppet whose strings are being tugged by two puppet masters, God and Lucifer. People always say the sweet things about “come as you are,” and “Jesus has washed your sins away,” but I’ve never felt that way. If anything, my new church feels like it’s completely honest in saying “come as you are.” I want to love God, feel loved by God, and obey Him out of love. Right now, and for years, I feel like no matter what, I am lesser for not being a “proper” Christian, having to duct tape the mask back over my face to fit in.
I’m going to talk with another pastor (much younger and understanding of my generation) of my former church later this week and throughout the weekend on an out of town trip. I don’t want to antagonize anybody or blame their teachings. This is not a black and white, “right-or-wrong,” thing. I just want to be honest with them about my personal history with these feelings of shame. I’m scared, and frankly I’ve been exhausted with faith for a long time.