Between Two Altars
I was raised to serve a God I couldn’t question- and parents I couldn’t disappoint. My childhood was steeped in church pews, Sunday rituals, and sermons that promised certainty. The world was simple then: there was right, wrong, and a straight, narrow path between them. My parents lived in service to that path, and I was expected to do the same. But the world outside our walls changed. Fast. And so did I. I began to see the cracks. Not just in the stained glass, but in the dogma. In the way questions were treated like threats. In how love was offered with conditions. In how silence was mistaken for faith. Now I live in the tension between honoring where I came from and becoming who I truly am. The faith I inherited taught me obedience. But the truth I’m uncovering teaches me honesty- even when it costs me peace at the dinner table. This isn’t a crisis of belief- it’s an awakening of it. I still believe in something deeper. But it’s no longer fear. It’s freedom. ...