My religious beliefs are personal, and I don’t particularly want to change your mind if you hold different ones.
By Kate C.
Originally posted at Makin’ Babies. Shared by permission.
I hold the opinion that religious beliefs are intensely personal. I resent it very much when a stranger knocks on my front door to ask about them. Perhaps it comes of living in a region with rich religious diversity, or from being raised in a church that celebrates spiritual differences. Whatever the cause, I am no proselytizer. I believe my spiritual beliefs are personal, and I don’t particularly want to change your mind if you hold different ones. I can respect good people of all kinds. I can disdain jerks of all kinds, too.
I am not a deist. I always hear atheists ask to explain “why not!?” But I don’t even understand that question. I’m not a deist because I don’t believe in one God or in many.
Yet, when writing yesterday about how I felt in the moment I made my choice, I very carefully picked the word, “grace.” I felt full of grace. For two days, I had felt nothing but anguish. I had cried until I cried myself out, then cried some more. But in that moment of turning towards an abortion, it felt as though my very soul was filled with light.
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