Adulting Can Suck it–How Growing Up With Paul Ruins Religion. This post continues…

blogWhen it comes  to biblical contradictions I always always pick Jesus. I’m still on the fence about how believing in him and only him-is the only path to the Creator of the Univers. But that’s the only conflict I have with him.

My mother swears there are no biblical contradictions, and yet I find them everytime. Among those I have struggled with include these two verses

“When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put the ways of childhood behind me.” 1 Corinthians 13:11.

What the hell does that mean? Maybe for Paul it means, when you grow up, you follow the rules. You tell wives to submit-not because it’d right but because it adheres to cultural norms and cultural normsand rules just help get shit done–like growing churches.

I believe that is why Fundamentalist and Evangelical churches are HUGE. Here are some rules, pass it on and we will grow.

Maybe that’s too simplistic.

Here’s the other verse.

Jesus said, “Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these.” Matthew  19:14

I understand this verse everytime I scold my kids. It seems like every correction is a less about putting them on a heavenly path and more about making me comfortable.

“Be quiet,”

“Sit down.”



Surely, these are  not teachable moments.  Their curiousity about the world, about God, what role they are to play is hindered by my insistance that I know what that is, and if they just did what I said they would understand it.

But I fear, I am hindering them the way I was hindered–not by one parent, but just by adults in general.  Thus, in my attempts to conform to socio-religio norms (most of which I miss the mark) I am stuck. I hear God speaking and yet, I can’t move.  I (still) fear adults voices more that God’s voice and that can’t be a good thing…


This is not the end of this post…there is more but the coffee has run out, and my toes are cold, and it’s Christmas.




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