Spiritual. More specifically, christian. Even more precise, Born Again Christian. These were my labels, my cult, my passion. It sounds good, it sounds right, but the reality was not so cut and dry. It wasn't right, because I wasn't. I had to lose my faith, get put through a hell on earth called divorce, burn in the fires of addiction, be put on the cross of heartache and betrayal. I had to lose everything to find the real me. Not the me created by the fan club of a very generic “God”, but the me that is reality. Only as I went through those fires did the impurities of my fake belief come to the surface. I hid in my religion. I pretended everything was fine and argued with a grandiose and severe speech that condemned other points of view and defended mine. During this humbling process of losing everything I believed in, I was aware of all my pride and boasting. I was aware of not seeing people for who they are, where they are. Of misjudging, not only the good but the bad. My daughter was molested by the janitor of my church. The same man I reached out to and helped. The one that I let into my family on the pretense of rescuing him. I didn't see his evil, because I hid my own. So consumed with my point of view, blinded by my weakness, I had no defense against the evil coming to me through the channels of my misguided belief. I am recovering from this, my family still suffers from the effects of both this man and my collapsing faith.
I am rebuilding my faith, but it is an entirely new creature than the previous abortion of truth. Here is the premise: I have a rubber meets the road faith. I cuss when I pray. “Big Daddy, thank you for this fucking beautiful day”. I say it normally, why would I be different when I pray? I believe that if someone is talking shit about you, you should confront them and if necessary, deal out an ass whooping. If you hurt my family, I will hunt you down and cut you from neck to groin. If I do something worthy of an ass whooping, I humbly bow to receive it. I am tired of playing nice little church boy. I will call us out on our bullshit. I will let you know my weakness, my sins. I will not hide how imperfect and hideous my thoughts are. You will hate me or love me, it matters not. This is real, this is my faith. These are my new tenets. My meekness is not weakness. I will defend my life, my household, my family, and my friends with my life. I will be plainly honest and see through. I give you freedom to be you, just don't fuck with me.