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The 5 People I Met On My Way Out Of Christianity…

Posted on Sep 2, 2014 in God, Life | 0 comments

They reckon you need 3-7 connections with a Christian to convert or feel established into a new church.

I reckon you need around 5 connections to get you out of it.

A reader, we’ll call her Sarah, sent me this message this week:


I have been wanting to send you a message for a few weeks now, as I have been ferociously reading my way through your blog. Okay, that’s a lie – I read the entirety of your public posts in one evening, sitting on my couch with a bottle of wine and a growing puddle of tears. I want to tell you that I so deeply appreciate your honesty and authenticity in how you tell your story.



Much of what you share has resonated with me in some the big questions I find myself facing at the moment. I understand that these “all-the-important-things-in-life” conversations are best had in person (or at the very least, via hologram or Skype). If you ever find yourself in Melbourne, I would love to have a drink or few with you.


Of course the answer was yes. Aside from the fact that she said a ‘few’ drinks, I love talking about this stuff and catching up with people I only knew as a kid. I’m also personally so grateful to the everyone who was a part of my own journey out, even though for some of them it probably wasn’t that fun.

It made me start thinking of all the people involved in my own questioning journey… anyone else have similar sorts of people you talked to?

The Verbal Deluge Friend

My poor friend Cassi.

She got the brunt of it. The deluge of new thoughts and shocking realisations, the constant to-ing and the fro-ing and analysing and discussing and processing of the first 2 years I began thinking for myself. Every new experience, every conversation or discussion or thing I read came pouring out over a glass of champagne in her spa for, quite literally, hours on end.

I didn’t mean to make our friendship purely about me processing the decision she’d already come to a year or so ago. She was just the only one I had.

There’s a period in your life where you’re questioning and thinking and wondering a lot but you’re still pretty entrenched in the whole thing. You can’t talk to your friends or colleagues or even your husband because they start getting scared that you’re going to hell.

So you need a Verbal Deluge Friend, someone who understands that just cos you don’t believe in Jesus today doesn’t mean you won’t be adoringly worshipping him again on the weekend. Someone who gets that there’s a difference between God and the Church.  Someone who knows it’s a love/hate, emotionally devastating process to accept that there’s no god and gives you the space to process it. And especially someone who knows that you need to work this Stuff out for yourself and that it’s not gonna be over in a day.

The Guide

Sam was my yoga teacher. A wiry, 50 year old, grey haired man who could stand on his head and fold his legs into strange angles, his eyes emanate the gentlest spirit of anyone I’ve ever known. Twice a week I got up in the dark at 5am in the morning, drove over to Manly Corso and took myself through the Ash Tanga MySore series under his direction.

He showed me that my body is not my enemy, to be subdued and fought against, but to be listened to and cherished. To just let myself fall without trying to prevent it and simply start the move again.

He taught me that life goes in cycles and some days you’re not better than yesterday, you’re just different. That sometimes simply breathing and holding gets the same results as striving and pushing.

He taught me that emotions live in your muscles and your physical body is as much a part of your soul as your mind and feelings. That Being is more important than Doing.

He told me to cry out the weeping that soaked from my muscles after every yoga class. The weeping that turned out to be unconscious grieving for the death of the idea of God and the gateway to acceptance.

I owe this man so much, it’s emotional to write about him.

When you’re letting go of truths, you need new anchors to hold onto. For a friend of mine, this was Richard Dawkins, for another it was a comedian. You just need someone who gives you a glimpse of what it’s like to live on the other side – any side of the other side – and makes it safe for you process that stuff.

That said, go to yoga. Go, everyone, to yoga.

The Reality Check

Yvette was a business manager of another church overseas when she realised she didn’t believe in God anymore.

I knew her story for a year before I could bring myself to talk to her. Not just because she’s a naturally loud and opinionated person and I was a little intimidated but also because talking to her meant I had made a decision that it wasn’t for me, this church life. It meant that I needed advice on how to leave and get out of it, rather than just continue pretending that one day my faith would come back and let me go back to the life I knew.

At the time I didn’t believe what she told me, about what would happen after leaving. She told me my mentor and second-mum would drop communication with me. She told me the leaders of the church would get nasty as soon as I resigned. She told me my staff and friends would be banned from seeing me and most people, even my friends, would not be in contact, even to find out what happened.

I didn’t believe her at the time but was glad for the warning when all those things – and worse – happened just like she said they would. At least I didn’t feel like the problem was with me.

There comes a point when you’ll make a decision and some hard, practical advice on what that’s going to mean for your life is just the thing to get you through.  If you can find them, someone who’s been in the same position you are (Pastor’s daughter, gay, Anglican, worship leader etc) is best.

The New Life Best Friend

I had no idea what to do with the salt shaker. A shot glass of tequila was pushed onto the counter top and someone started saying ‘ready?’. Kendyl jumped over and told me to lick between my thumb and forefinger and shake some salt on it. I got it done just in time to lick it off, down the tequila and suck the lemon just a couple of beats behind everyone else.

There’s going to be a lot of new experiences in your new life, especially if you’ve jumped straight from being a married Pastor to a single Uni student (for example), that you’ll have not the slightest idea about.  You won’t have any club appropriate shoes, you’ll have boy questions, you won’t know anything about Sex and the City and most innuendos will go over your head so you need someone to help you navigate all this. You’ll also just need a good ol’ partner in crime.

That’s where your New Life Best Friend comes in. Kendyl was adorable and a deep well of never ending patience and fun. She didn’t care so much for the philosophical thinking and that’s exactly what I needed. An escape and introduction to the best my new life had to offer…

The Deconverted Best Friend

No one in your new world is really going to understand the part of you that once was a Bible-believing, Jesus-loving, tongues-speaking, Holy-Spirit-praying Pastor. They’ll find it fascinating… for the first 20 minutes, maybe a one hour tell-all session if they’re the Curious type but after that you’re on your own…

You’re on your own with that random night terror of Ps Chris sitting on a red chair in her office, wearing a multi-coloured kaftan, cackling over her new magazine coffee-table style book. You’re on your own with the incessant urge to read anything that has to do with some old Asian pastor convicted of embezzlement… with those moments you get contacted by Someone Else Who Left… and the pure awkwardness of running into a Connect Group of people you went to bible college with just two weeks into living in Sydney again…

All of these moments will seems like nothing more than a dream, a news article, a rumour and a random meet with old friends to everyone except your De-Converted Best Friend.

Jyana understands what a freakin’ big deal some of these things are and how much they jarred my day-to-day reality. She responds with a huge ‘Oh my gaaawwwwd, I can’t believe that happened!!!!’ and I don’t have to even go through the process of explaining what a Connect Group is.

I was in Portugal a couple of years ago whenI lost my camera (again). I went to an agency to get the police report translated for the insurance claim. I had to call the insurance company to check something about the documents and had a slight moment of shock when a girl with an Australian accent picked up the phone. I’d been travelling about 8 weeks at that stage through countries where english wasn’t their first language. It’s necessary to speak a different kind of english to officials, waiters, taxi drivers, shop assistants etc; a stilted sort of english where you reduce it down to the basics and say things nice and slowly.

Suddenly, I was talking to a native Australian and it was like jumping into a pool on a hot day. She understood me straight away. We had the fastest conversation I’d had in months and frankly, it was over too quickly. I hesitated when she asked if there was anything else she could do for me because I was trying to think of excuses to keep talking to her.

If you grew up in church, you need to speak with someone who speaks your native language every now and again – you just gotta let it out and go back there and reminisce and laugh and get angry and rant and gossip and confess and philosophise and all that stuff that’s impossible with anyone – no matter how much they love you – from the New Life.  And that’s your Deconverted Best Friend (or friends, if you’re as lucky as I am).

If I can be any one of these people for you, please feel free to write me. To my friends Cassi, Yvette, Sam, Kendyl and Jyana… thanks. Xx


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Guide to Emailing a Backslider: From a Backslider

Posted on Aug 19, 2014 in God | 0 comments

Letter Writing


I’ve done it.  You’ve probably done it too.  At the time, it seems right.

Now I’ve received it.  Multiple times.  Maybe you’ve received one or two yourself.

I’m talking about The Email.  You know the one.  The one you send to That Person who’s not in church anymore.

You start off with nice friendly normal stuff.  Then you let them know you heard about their new status and that you understand but are sad, give them some words of love to show them you don’t judge them and finish off by Leaving The Door Open just in case they ever want a Way Back In.

There’s something you don’t know about these emails though.  I’m sure to hear it would break your heart.

What you don’t know is that on the other end of your niceness is a person whose heart has been bruised and day has been ruined.

Here’s why.

I used to be a Pastor at an evangelical church in Australia.  Now I’m not.

I’m not even a Christian.

It’s a long story that is taking a surprisingly long while to disseminate through the Christian acquaintances I used to have.  It’s been three years now since I left but about this time last year, I got an email from a childhood friend who, I’ll admit, has always been made of much sweeter stuff than I.

She began with some niceties and then mentioned that she had read a few entries on my blog after seeing them on her Facebook feed.

Here’s the rest of it:

“To be completely honest with you, I was devastated to read about your “Coming Out Of The Closet” and no longer believing in God. You and I had similar upbringings and even chose the same path of bible college and becoming a Pastor. After reading your sudden thoughts on Christianity and God, my heart was saddened and I have felt sad all week just thinking about you. How could this happen? Why would it happen? Should I say something or just mind my own business? This message is not to judge or condemn you but to once again offer my hand of friendship. I don’t expect a reply or for you to change your new way of thinking and please know that my intentions are not to preach at you.”

If in the years to come the choices you’re making for your new life no longer bring you joy, and that feeling of loneliness is starting to eat away at your heart, where you suddenly realise that no matter how far away you travel you still can’t find what you’re looking for, please know that on the South Coast of NSW a childhood friend would love to take you out for a drink.” 

Normally with these emails I just say ‘Thank you so much’ and let the person get on with their life.  I understand where they’re coming from; they feel like they’ve done what they needed to do by reaching out to me and I know they’ll never get in touch again after the one message so… a polite nothing response is the win-win situation.

Behind my polite response though, my adrenaline is pumping.  I feel sick in my stomach.  It makes me want to lie down with the lights off.

I wish she had just never even bothered to send the email.

Why? I ask myself.  “Why do I get so angry about emails like this? Just reply, say thanks and move on.’

But I do. So this time (I get these sort of emails quite a bit) I thought I’d try an experiment.

What I did was, I took her phrases and substituted her beliefs about the lifestyle I currently live, with my beliefs about the lifestyle she currently lives.

It ended up as a reply email that contained – between niceties – the following:

“To be completely honest I hate receiving emails like yours mostly because I used to send them to people myself so I know how you’re feeling and that really at your core you want me to believe again in Jesus. It sends my stomach curling because just as strongly I want you to discover this wonderful new world I live in now. I wandered around the kitchen this morning wondering, Why are people so happy to interpret their life experiences only by what they were taught as a child? How can people believe a story they’ve never actually checked out for themselves is true?

If in years to come, you decide to explore the world and make a decision about what is truth for yourself and you discover that there’s actually a lot more you were never told and that realisation that its possible you may only believe what you believe because you were taught it as a child sends your world topsy-turvy, please know that on the South coast of Spain (or whichever country I happen to be living in) a childhood friend would love to take you out for a drink.”

Then I hit send without re-reading.

Yeah, I should know this by now – never hit send without re-reading.

Because the next day, I felt sick .  I would never ever in a million years send such an email to someone, even though technically I agree with everything I said.  I would never attack someone’s intelligence or ability to make life decisions so directly, encased as it is in an offer of friendship and expression of empathy.

It made me realise why receiving nice emails from nice Christians always makes me so angry. 

It’s because they’re offensive. 

It feels good to admit that.  Sometimes it’s hard to say because I know the writer means well.   I know it’s from a place in their heart that is all sugar puffs and cotton candy and wanting to offer love and grace and way of acceptance back into the house of the Lord if ever I need it.

Unfortunately that doesn’t stop it tasting like rotten egg.  Or causing a reaction more akin to having been slapped in the face instead of soothingly invited back into a welcoming community.

The question is, why, when the writer means to be so nice, are these emails so offensive?

How could an email reestablishing contact with someone who has left the faith be written in a way that actually… well, reestablishes contact instead of just hurting them and redoubling their intentions to never return?

From my experiences on both sides of the email writing and email reading scenario, in my opinion, it all comes down to assumptions.  Assumptions made by people and subtly expressed through the choice of words if not outright mentioned.

Here they are:

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3 Assumptions Christians Make About Backsliders That Make Connecting Emails  Offensive

1. A backslider is (or soon will be) unhappy / lonely / scared / depressed / hating life…

A little after receiving this email, I went to a yoga class for the first time in about 9 months. Lying in savasana at the end of the class, I had a flashback to my first few months of yoga classes years ago as a Christian. I would lie on the ground at the end, eyes closed, body straight out, hands by my side and cry.

Cry for what reason I didn’t know at the time but it couldn’t be stopped.  It was always as if the stretching had squeezed the crying out of my muscles.  I would stuff the weeping feeling back down into my chest when it was time to go home and do it again the next session.

Lying on the ground in the duskiness again, I mentally ran a comparison of myself in savasana now against the memory of those first savasanas.  Peace.  Wholeness. Not a drop of weeping or emotional instability.

Despite losing my career, the respect of most of my friends, my home and large swathes of my identity, not to mention purpose in life, I was – and still am – the happiest and most stable I’ve ever been.

It’s not a phase.  I am better this way. This is me on the other end of a conversion experience.

Christians want to believe that people who leave God behind are, or will be, unhappy.  They think that, in time, their life will come to a point where their ‘new life no longer brings them joy’ and they will be ‘crying out in loneliness’.

This just isn’t the case.

Some people become happier discovering Jesus and many people become happier by losing Jesus.

It’s offensive to assume that someone is unhappy because they have left the church.  It’s downright sadistic to assume that because of that decision they will someday be depressed and lonely.

If you’re writing a message to someone who’s recently left church/God, don’t assume they are or soon will be regretting that decision.

2.  A backslider is on a journey searching for something

The assumption here is that I left church because it wasn’t fulfilling a need.

Apparently I’m looking for something to fill me up and I think I can probably find it somewhere else.  Of course, Christians know that eventually I’ll realise it was under my nose in Christianity the whole time and just needed a ‘journey’ to realise this.

Firstly, I was really happy as a Christian.  So happy in fact, I pretended to be one for a long time when I really wasn’t – even to myself – just to keep enjoying the experience of being one!

I didn’t leave Christianity because I wanted more from life.  I left Christianity because it didn’t make sense.

Secondly, that thought pattern just doesn’t make sense.  The first time I really allowed myself to think whether Christianity might not be true, I laughed and shook my head. Life just didn’t exist for me outside of Christianity.

If I did leave it because I felt I was missing something, what are the chances it was actually under my nose the whole time?  Wouldn’t this be something wrong with Christianity, not me?

If you’re writing a letter to someone who has left church, please, you know it all and they’ll eventually realise how right you were. ‘On a journey’ is a condescending way of saying ‘Eventually coming around to my way of thinking…’ and that’s just arrogant.

3.  I have had negative experiences from the church that made me turn away from God

This one wasn’t in my friend’s email above but is often in emails from people who knew me at the church I was a Pastor at.  Bottom line is, a lot of people leave that church because of the way they were treated.

Not for me though. Sure, I look back on stuff now and think ‘that was messed up’. At the time I didn’t agree with everything that was going on, but that was the never the driving force behind questioning God.

I was always taught that God and Church are separate and I always considered them so.  I never let my opinion about what people in the church did right or wrong form my opinion of whether God is real or not.

I began questioning God when I was most happy with the church and my role in it. I began questioning because I wanted to be more involved and more full of faith than I was. Not because I was hurt.

Don’t assume that the person has ‘taken offence’ and that’s why they’ve left church.

Some, actually most, of us left cos we allowed our brains to question things.

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Mostly, these assumptions hurt my feelings because they insult my intelligence.  It’s assumed that, at the core of it, it can’t possibly be that I decided not to be a Christian, in full and sound mind because of plausible, logical reasons that also at the same time made me feel good and right.

More than anything, I want to communicate to this person – to all people who email me – that they’ve got me totally wrong.

But that never happens because in reality they’re not interested in understanding me or getting answers to the questions ‘how did this happen and why?’  They just want to express their opinion and let me know they are waiting for my life to fall apart so I can agree with how they think again.

Newsflash: This doesn’t work.

If you have questions like ‘How could this happen?’ and ‘Why would it happen’… ASK! Just ask questions if you really want to know.  I would have happily told my friend how it happened.

You don’t need to have answers. You’re just trying to connect anyway. At least asking questions would have given her an opportunity to connect with me, something that would seem a prerequisite to a drink  if I was ever feeling low and like I needed God again.

What’s most incredible about this story is that I just went to check out my friend’s Facebook wall to see what she’s up to.

I can’t anymore. She unfriended me.

So I guess that drink is off the cards. Sadly, I doubt either of us would’ve taken up the other’s offer anyway.

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