Tell Us Your Christian Experience Stories

If you’re gracious enough to share your story, here’s what to expect: 1) You won’t be judged or criticized for anything you choose to share, and 2) We will use your story as part of our ongoing research, and we may share your story on this site or include it in our upcoming book.

This research has just begun (September 2012). Over time, we will share selected stories using the comments area below.
In the meantime, use the survey area above to share your own Christian experience story.

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  1. Andrea S. says

    I have a family member who is a pastor and his brother was a pastor of a very large church in TX. Both of them are known for making advances at women. My family member has made passes at my mom and at me (when I got older). His brother was caught in doing something inappropriate in his office with a woman that came to him for marital counseling. He had to leave the church. What do we say about pastors who cannot control themselves sexually even though they are married?

  2. Anonymous says

    I have not one story, but experiences which happen over and over again. Hatred of those different (in belief, lifestyle, religion, etc.) wrapped in Jesus Christ. Hate filled rants against me on social media when I defend other religions (because NO religion is bad in its creation, just sometimes in its interpretation), defend a peaceful way of attempting to work through problems, or point out inaccuracies (with factual citations) in things that others have said when replying to me. In the end, no matter how hard I work to try to show that one way is not the only way, I get “Christians” telling me how Christian they are for putting up with “my kind” and that Jesus Christ will help this country destroy all of the (enter hated group here). Many of them tell me that they will be glad when I rot in hell with said groups. None of this is in any way Christian, but it makes me avoid most self-professed Christians like the plague.

  3. Anonymous says

    My parents and I went to a local ‘protestant’ church when I was a child. When I was about 8-years old, on one particular Sunday, I noticed a family acquaintance in the front row during the bible-reading and the sermon. An adult male with a family, he was listening and following along with the preacher, going very loudly, “Hallelujah!”, and “Amen!”. So, he attracted my attention. When it became time to pray: he got down on one knee, and deeply, deeply, with sweat pouring from his forehead and body, going loudly: ‘Praise God’! He also held the bible upon his knee. Finally, on this very warm summer day, the sermon was over. We went home, and soon learned that our friend had gone home and shot his wife after the service. This experience left me with one very enduring thought which I have held throughout my life: THIS IS WHAT PEOPLE SAY THEY DO, AND THIS IS WHAT PEOPLE ACTUALLY DO. And, I would like to say that this is one-lesson which has never been wrong.

    • Guy says

      That guy wasn’t representative of Christians, he was representative of assholes, and they come in all shapes, sizes, colors and clothes.

  4. Anonymous says

    I’m not baptized because my parents decided to leave me a choice. When I was in my teens, I became very interested in Christianity. I attended religious classes at my school, went to the celebrations with my group, and was honestly considering baptism. However, the more I discovered, not about Christian people, but about Christian faith, the more it put me off joining. I admired Jesus’ teachings, but not the Church that purported to put them into practice. I am a bisexual woman. As a woman, I believe strongly that contraception and abortion are fundamental rights to bodily autonomy that no one has the right to deny any woman. As a bisexual, I wish to be free to give my love to whoever I want, whether they are men or women. Christianity is at odds with these two fundamental beliefs. It would reduce me to the role of a baby incubator without asking for my say in it, and would label me a sinner if the love of my life happened to be another woman. The Catholic church is misogynistic and homophobic, and as soon as I realized that, I also realized I wanted no part in it. That is not to say that I revile all Christians. My best friend is a devout catholic and one of the best people I’ve ever known, much more christ-like than the Church itself is. She’s accepted all of me with an open heart and love, and she doesn’t pray for my salvation because she doesn’t think I need to be saved from my own conscious decisions and the way I was made by nature.

  5. Anonymous says

    San Francisco. Wow…growing up as a gay youth I always heard about this place and thought of it as a haven…a safe refuge if you will. But it seemed so far away. I thought I’d never see the state of California, let alone the city of San Francisco. It hasn’t been easy but I can honestly say it’s been worth it. I’ve slept on the streets, been locked out with nothing but the cloths on my back, been attacked by raccoons in the golden gate park, gone 72 hours without food and walked miles in sandals that should have been thrown out years ago. But now when I look at my beautiful friends Dillion, James, Bryan and Champion, my small collection of new clothes and shoes, my pay check and my smile, I’m amazed how far I’ve come in the past 3 months. When I left on this trip I left for a number of reasons. First, I wanted to spread the love of God. I’m not sure if I believe in God anymore, but I do believe in spreading love. What has hurt my faith most isn’t the lack of logic (a man living in a whale’s stomach?), the lack of organization within the religion or even the gay bashing Christians that I so often lash out against. What has hurt my faith the most is seeing these huge churches with stain glass windows and new marble flooring three blocks from a homeless youth shelter. I thought Jesus was all about love, hell; Jesus was the original San Francisco hippy. How sad and pathetic it is to hear “I love Jesus” from somebody who doesn’t practice love for humanity. One percent of the world’s children are dying of starvation (the world population is 7 billion. If 1% of the world dies from hunger, that’s 700 million). Another reason I left was to find personal freedom. I love my mom more than words could possibly explain. I love Haydn, my brother, so incredibly much. I loved the times we’d play soccer in the back yard and he’d “ninja kick” it, the times I’d read him Dr. Seuss’ “oh the places you’ll go” and I miss the times we’d have “random dance parties”. I love my grandmother and thank her for all she’s done for me and her family. I miss my sister Stacy even though we fought like siblings always do, but when push came to shove; we were always there for one another. I miss seeing childhood personalities like grade school teachers and old soccer coaches around. I love my home town; it will always have a special place in my heart. I love the place that employed me for almost three years, I loved having a job and a steady income (what never seemed like enough then is far more than enough now), I miss having a car (living in the city, I don’t really need or want a car but I do really like driving). But I felt like I had spun such a large, sticky and confusing web of fake heterosexuality that coming out was virtually impossible. My mother and I had endless fights about religion, sexuality and life in general. It came to the point where it made her “sick to look at her gay son”. So I left.

  6. Ranger says

    I became friends with a girl 2.5 years younger than me. Shes 16 and im 18. We became instant best friends. Soon enough we developed a sisterly bond. The type of friendship someone could only dream of. I got along Sooo well with her whole family. They are Christians and im technically not, but i go to church and i had similar beliefs. She had an older brother close to my age who I became closer with, eventually we started dating. All of a sudden her family started saying extremely rude and very un Christian like such as he should find a Christian girl because she wouldn’t leave him ever because they said I believed divorce was an option, only cuz my parents are divorced, she in fact I do not believe that, I know the harm it does. They also started saying I’m a bad person and a bad influence and that because I liked horror movies that meant I was into black magic. They judged me so badly as soon as I started dating their son. I worked on becoming a better Christian all through our the relationship and wanted to make them happy and I wanted to be a better person. The only issue I had was that these people were EXTREMELY rude to heavier people and homosexuals. I said that I would not put up with bullying. I would be a Christian, but an open minded one, especially on homosexuality because my brother and cousin are both Gay. The abuse from this family continued. The father proceeded to call me a whore, not for the actual definition of the word, but just to be rude. I believe in abstinence, so being called such an awful thing from people I love(d) was extremely hurtful and unacceptable. These “Christians” think they are better than others because they are “Christian”. They use it as an excuse to say rude things to people and they are bully’s. They are not true Christians

  7. Brad says

    I have learned over the years the significant difference between being a Christian and being religious. Religion is about following man-made rules, while Christianity is about following God-made rules as laid out in the Bible. Many people who call themselves Christians are actually false converts – the Bible says it will be so. Therefore I have also learned not to judge Christianity on how I see others who profess to be Christians living, but I judge it based on how the Bible teaches us to live and the rules we should follow (which, incidentally, are there for our own benefit). Once I have grasped that concept, I realize that how other people live is irrelevant to my own beliefs do Christianity. If they are living contrary to the Bible, they are false converts, according to the Bible, and therefore not a worthy measuring stick of what it means to be a Christian.

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