PigTale 25 | Ray Gilford

PigTale 25 | Ray Gilford

I was a solitary believer. At this point, you could say I'm more or less a Jesus-leaning Deist with all sorts of Buddhist and Gnostic flavors and notes. Spiritually, I'm kinda like wine.

Pig Tale 24 | Katy Richardson

Pig Tale 24 | Katy Richardson

"I’m a lot of things that the classic western church tries to avoid: an intellectual, science loving, environmentalist, postmodern art aficionado, democrat, feminist mystic with a smart mouth and a deep love of bourbon. Sometimes I feel excluded from the church conversation... The world likes what I’m about. Incidentally, so does Jesus. He has made that abundantly clear in the direction He points His favor."

Pig Tale 23 | Johnny Taylor

Pig Tale 23 | Johnny Taylor

"If God did exist, He must have been a fool. Because here I was hijacking His religion, doing everything right, feeling right, but all of it without Him"

Pig Tale 22 | Charmaine-Grace Bennett

Pig Tale 22 | Charmaine-Grace Bennett

"God has seen what I’ve done, and still takes me back. I’m still trying to wrap my head around that."

PigTale 21 | Lauren Sexton

PigTale 21 | Lauren Sexton

I began feeding my need for attention and desire to be wanted with sex... I started seeing a guy two years older than me even after people had warned me about him. It was incredibly abusive, emotionally and sometimes physically.

PigTale 20 | Jordan Travis

PigTale 20 | Jordan Travis

"For any theologian, or any budding one like me, acceptance of truth is just as bad as a lie. And I lived out that lie to the fullest."

PigTale 19 | Jeremy Orris

PigTale 19 | Jeremy Orris

"Like a weightlifter who tears down his/her muscles by lifting heavy things, in order to build those muscles back bigger and stronger, my faith in God has only gotten bigger and stronger through each trial, tribulation and triumph that life has brought my way.  With each new struggle, it seems as if it comes easier for me to just…...believe."

PigTale 18 | Nicholas Sibson

PigTale 18 | Nicholas Sibson

"Its been eight years into my journey with Jesus, and there are more questions, uncertainty, and doubt than I've ever had in my life. This whole thing could be a pile of shit, but if it helps me love people like Jesus did in the Gospels, I'm okay with that."

PigTale 17 | Casey Schumacher

PigTale 17 | Casey Schumacher

I don’t have a conversion story. I don’t have a date that I remember thinking Jesus is real now. He was always real. As real as the color green. If He was ever not-real, my reality would shatter. Just like if you told me the color green wasn’t actually green.

 

PigTale 16 | Scott Wheeler

PigTale 16 | Scott Wheeler

"Growing up Pentecostal kind of requires one to make certain claims about his religious experiences in order to fit in. Hyper-emotion rules the day. I can remember times when I thought I felt God... Mostly I remember being so confident that God had spoken to me that I knew – KNEW – my dad was going to be healed and not die."

PigTale 15 | Michael Kober

PigTale 15 | Michael Kober

I’m not the Chuck Norris of Christians. I’m not running into hell guns blazing, nor is that what I’m called to do. I’m called to do the stuff nobody gets credit for.

PigTale 14 | Justin Willms

PigTale 14 | Justin Willms

"I still didn’t have any desire to submit to God and truly seek out his purpose in my life. I continued in a state of complacency and living a completely fruitless life."

PigTale 13 | Rebekah Kraulis

PigTale 13 | Rebekah Kraulis

Rebekah recounts a time in her life where things got difficult, but God was there nonetheless.

"Let me tell you a secret: I have a pretty weird and twisted view on tough times and relying on God. People often talk about how it’s easy to rely on God when times are good, because things are going our way. Well, here’s where the twistedness comes in: I think the opposite is actually truer for me."

PigTale 12 | Chris Leonard of Rebuilding Love

Forward by Joshua Wing

Christians often portray poorly the love that Christ showed us in His life. I don’t believe that we do it intentionally but rather, we find it difficult to dive into someone else’s mess and get messy with them. It’s uncomfortable and often isn’t the clean cut ministry that many churches have transformed into. As Jesus showed us on the cross, His love is messy, gorey, and ultimately uncomfortable. Chris shares a story that many can identify when it comes to finding that love years after deep involvement and commitment to the Church. His story may not be your story, but it is a common theme among believers.

The answer lies in each one of us. It takes every single believer to show this love unabashedly. When we find one finds one’s self immersed in the mess of another, whether it be addiction, mental health issues, or otherwise, one must remember that it is okay to feel uncomfortable. Because it’s in this act of loving through the awkwardness that we show the true love that Jesus shared with us through His death, burial and His resurrection.


Why Rebuilding Love?

I have been on a journey over the past year or two questioning everything I know or was taught about God, the Church, and Christianity. I grew up in a Christian home went to church 3 times a week: Sunday morning, Sunday night, and Wednesday night. On top of that I went to Christian school from preschool through high school. I did all the vacation bible schools, youth groups, mission trips; all the good stuff that Christian kids do. Then the real world hit.


I dropped out of high school after two years of 9th grade and then failing 10th. I was going to be 21 at this rate if I stayed in school until I could graduate. I went on to pursue my dream of being an audio engineer working with bands. I went to a recording school for a year and landed a job at one of the top 10 sound companies in the country. I began to tour all over the world with bands. Suddenly I was out in the big world living my dream, or so I thought. My love for doing sound and touring consumed me. I slowly stopped going to church, or reading the Bible and you know all the good Christian stuff. Fast forward 10 years or so, I now have a beautiful wife and daughter, and still working with sound but more in the corporate audio visual world now. I was still putting my job or love for sound above anything else, including God, my family and friends.

My awakening came with the passing of my Grandfather. He was truly a man of God, who did everything for everyone else first. He was the most selfless man I ever knew. Going through the emotions of losing the greatest man I knew helped me revisit where I was with my relationship with God. I began to seek out who God really was. I wanted to actually find him and not just go along with everything I had been taught. The Christianity that I knew from before was full of “what’s in it for me” or “make sure you have the smile on your face Sunday morning regardless of what’s going on”. There was constant pressure of not breaking all the made up rules like what music to listen to, what to wear, when you had to be in church, or the who to hang out with and so on. Quite honestly, it was legalistic crap that is not built on what Jesus taught. It drives a culture of “if you don’t look, act, or speak a certain way than you’re not a Christian,” as if what makes us a Christian is built on what we can do ourselves.

What I began to find this time around was the God who created all of us for a relationship with Him regardless of our problems and sins. He made us to love us. I learned that it’s not our sin that defines who we are but the forgiveness of God that does. Jesus did not come so that we would stop sinning; He came so that we could be in relationship with Him. This does not excuse us to sin whenever we want but it does mean that His love is greater than any sin we could ever commit.

The word that defines it all best is Love. It seems so simple and cliché at times but that is what Jesus talked about most of all. As followers of Jesus we are called to love our neighbor. Who is our neighbor? Every human on this earth is our neighbor. Not one person deserves to not be loved by us. Most problems people have stem from not being loved or accepted at some point from one person or even many people. The concept is so simple to think about but so difficult to execute. I feel the “Church” in general does an awful job at truly loving others as Jesus does. It’s easy to love someone when it is convenient for us. Too often when it comes to having the conversations with people about their addictions, depression, pain and suffering, we brush them off. We think “oh, someone else will help them,” or “why can’t they just get over it?” or even worse, we make fun of them or joke about it to others.

I still struggle with putting my work ahead of everything else, among many other problems in my life, but I have a new sense of who God is and what He wants from and for us. I may not have walked through serious addictions, suicidal thoughts or depression, but I have seen it all around me in very close friends and family. Jesus has used all of them to help break down the taboo walls that I had also built up around it and just start listening, learning and understanding where they are coming from. I don’t normally have any answers, but just listening to them and not judging them shows love.

With the help of God we can be Rebuild the Love of Jesus to our neighbors and be his voice and arms of embrace on earth. We can simply show love by just sharing our stories, talking to someone, listening to someone, just accepting someone right where they are without judgment. I want to help create a culture that breaks down the walls of “taboo” subjects of pain, suffering, addiction, depression, suicide, and other life problems. Too often people don’t seek help because society has made it not acceptable to talk openly about our problems. I want to help start a community that wants to Rebuild Love.


To hear more from Chris, check out Rebuilding Love 

PigTale 11 | Erika Lutz

PigTale 11 | Erika Lutz

Erika Lutz from www.somethinglovely.us writes in about her experience growing up in a fundamentalist church and the backslide that followed.

PigTale 10 | Kenneth Jackson

PigTale 10 | Kenneth Jackson

This week, Kenneth is brutally honest about his depression, anger, and his family dynamics.

PigTale 09 | Joshua Wing

When A Moment Is Everything

In that moment, I hated him. I hated him with everything about him. I was on the fence about how I felt about him until that moment, but after what he just said….I was done. Now, I’m not going to name the church because it doesn’t matter to most reading this, but I will say that in regards to church politics, I hate everything about the process. And that is partly my fault. I expected those who were leaders in the church to be flawless, ever-seeking Christ followers. And that’s on me.

But as I stood in the parking lot the day before I was ready to officiate a funeral, there was a void that developed between me and my pastor in that moment. You see, I was the youth pastor in this church and I had become increasingly uncomfortable with a decision that was being made in the church. The decision was to file a no contact order on a member due to the fact that she had a verbal altercation with another member. Now, granted, Molly (not her real name) was in the wrong. But there was no church discipline, no confrontation. The pastor went directly to the police and filed for a no contact order.

Now this story could go on very long if I indulge into all the details, but that’s not where I want to take you, so let’s fast forward a bit. So the order had been in place for about a month and my heart was struggling so bad with the way it went down. I was slowly withdrawing into a dark hole of doubt and despair when I received a phone call early one morning. It was my pastor. He told me that Molly’s thirteen year old son, who was active in my youth group, had hung himself in his closet the night before.

Suddenly my heart sunk. So much guilt and anger and frustration welled up inside me. My pastor then said, “They are asking that you meet at the school with the students and provide encouragement and prayer.” This was so heavy and I just wanted to run. My heart ached for this lady and having lost a daughter myself, I could sympathize with her better than most. Later that night my wife and I decided, “no contact order” be damned. We were visiting her.

We arrived at Molly’s mom’s house, where the family was hiding out, with a laundry basket full of comfort food and supplies, our feeble attempt at a peace offering. Molly was furious with us that night and we could tell. We left feeling so angry with our pastor, so lost. But then I received a call early the next morning from Molly’s heartbroken husband. “Josh, we can’t think of anyone who would be better to officiate the funeral. I know that this whole “no contact order” is still in place, but could you consider it.” I didn’t think twice. I quickly responded, “I’ll be there. I’d be honored.”

So, I called my pastor and informed him that I was officiating the funeral. He met with me the day before the funeral for what I can only assume was his attempt at a pep talk. His words were simple and send daggers to my heart. He said, “remember, when you are up there, you are representing Jesus. But also remember, you are representing the church…or ‘cult’ according to Molly.” (This was in reference to a facebook post this lady sent, saying that our church was a cult. Again, she was in the wrong… but maybe not so much). I couldn’t believe it. I was fuming! I didn’t say a word and just walked away. But in my heart I knew, I was done at this church.

So I did the funeral and have been able to maintain a very close relationship with Molly and her husband thereafter, and I set up a meeting with the pastor to let him know I was quitting. Unfortunately, I didn’t have the balls to tell him exactly why I was leaving, because honestly I had no more self-esteem, no more trust, and no more confidence. I was a zombie.

It has taken my wife and I years to really begin healing from this ordeal and we both still are very gun shy around pastors. We have not served in a church even in a volunteer capacity since this time. My faith has also taken a nose dive in the process of all this chaos. It’s now been about 4 years and I feel I’m just now picking up the pieces from that day.

It was determined later that Molly’s son did not commit suicide but actually died playing the choking game. I know that a life is a life but to me, it helped with my guilt to know he didn’t commit suicide. My heart still aches every day for him and for the family and we have remained in good contact.

I now realize that I made a monster out of a man. The pastor is not a monster. He is a leader who led out of fear rather than authenticity. I realize that I was not completely in the right with some of the ways I handled things from then but I also realized that part of my healing began when I finally chose to forgive him and myself. I feel that now I am coming to a fuller understanding of who God is and how He works all things for His good. Ultimately, the world is messy. And the best way we can show the love of Christ is not being afraid to climb in the filth of someone else’s mess and simply listen to their story. The most loving thing we can do for our fellow kind is to be authentic and available. But the biggest take away I have been offered is a humbling rebuke. God spoke into my heart in a moment of seething hatred and guilt, “You are no different from him. I love him as much as I love you. Let that be enough.”

1 Corinthians 13:2 “If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing.”

PigTale 08.5 | Ex-Mormon: Megan Jessop (Part 2)

PigTale 08.5 | Ex-Mormon: Megan Jessop (Part 2)

Megan comes back to share some more insight into her childhood amongst a polygamist upbringing.

PigTale 08 | Ex-Mormon: Megan (Part 1)

Forward by Kyle Unger

Pain and hurt is inevitable. It happens to the best and the worst of us. Megan is no exception. She has experienced many forms of pain in her life, as she'll explain, but at some point comes healing. She now has hope in Jesus, and she's gone on a journey of healing through Christ's love. Megan's story is an interesting one, coming from a background not too many people will be very familiar with. We'll explore that background next week actually, but for now, let's listen to Megan's experiences in coming from a place of feeling worthless and unable, to being a cherished daughter of God.


I walked across the University of Montana campus with much on my mind, as usual. I was rushing to get to class, with the list of all I had to do that day weighing on me with work, homework and of course the constant wondering if my relationships were ok. It’s a constant anxiety of mine, no matter the assurance; I live in constant fear of rejection.

The familiar voice singing through my headphones settled into my brain and hushed many of my fears as I focused on the lyrics of the song. “We’re not questioning God, just those He chose to carry on His cause…”[1] The song has got me thinking a lot lately about the church, and even the Christian world. It’s hard not to notice the significant stigma when you talk about “the church” these days. As part of the millennial generation, it seems to be increasingly more common not just to feel the stigma when talking about it among the non-Christian circles, but among Christian circles as well, including many church-going Christians. I will honestly admit I have been among them more than once lately.

I grew up in a very legalistic community with parents who tried to enforce the values of the community, yet could never seem to follow through with them for themselves. This served as a backdrop for my own skepticism about God and religion, and even my trust for people for much of my life. You see, I was raised as part of a Fundamentalist Mormon community. Growing up, I had no reason to question anything about my life or upbringing until I went to a public school in 3rd grade. From that point, as I interacted with other backgrounds, I realized that my family was different, very different, from so many of the people I saw at school every day.

With this experience, not only did I struggle with being an outcast in school, but throughout my childhood I managed to walk through a lot of abuse, in just about every form imaginable. Today at twenty-six years old, I have experienced physical, sexual, and verbal abuse, manipulation, as well as some forms of neglect. Much of this happened within my family growing up, but also outside of my home. Through my young adult years, as I started to get into several relationships with men and others outside of my family, I added other wounds to the list. When I was about ten years old, in the course of many of these experiences, I began to struggle with depression, suicide and self-injury as well. This is something that I have struggled with through much of my life, and often times still do.

I don’t divulge this information for pity, there is a reason I do not want to express details here. Many do not know most of this about me and believe me when I say that it could get far worse. My story in all its gory details, should I have chosen to share them, is mild compared to so many I have heard. I simply say this to show that in the midst of the most broken and darkest places, God’s love reaches deeper still. In the midst of my pain, I found God on the floor of my bedroom at seventeen, right before attempting an overdose of medication to end my life. Thankfully God’s mercy never let me get that far.

Of course, you’re asking how that translates into the church. Well, I became a part of the church after these experiences, and I wasn’t healed yet. I’m still not. I can honestly say that in the years I have grown in my faith, I am still a bleeding heart. So many that walk through the kinds of experiences I have, are bleeding hearts too. Although I have come hundreds of miles on my journey, I still have thousands to go. You see, the truth is that the church is made up of many broken people and the reality of that is that broken people often damage those around them. Intentionally or not, we perpetuate the cycle of brokenness. We do so because of sin. Because of the sin that has happened to us, but also because of the sins we act upon, so often we are acting out of self-preservation on account of our wounds. But the church should be a safe place for broken people, right? Yes. So why is it not? I think it is a result of pride that we cannot acknowledge and have grace with the broken people who embody the church. Often times that pride is the armor we wear in order to guard ourselves against wounds that so many, like me, have attained. These wounds have come from our life experiences, and sadly, many have come from within the church as well. All this to say, that the church is not without sin. We ourselves are not without sin.

This is a fact that I think we so often forget. I have needed this reminder so much in this season of my life as I have struggled to love people and allow them to love me. I have held those around me to a standard that they cannot live up to, because I want them to love me on my terms… not on their understanding or abilities. If I am honest, I wouldn’t be able to live up to my own standards either. This is likely one of the main reasons I struggle so much believing in my own worth and that those around me won’t reject me, especially when they see the level of shit that I am still wading through daily. Thankfully, I have some truly amazing people in my life, through the church, that have seen a lot of that shit and are still willing to embrace me.

Lately I have been thinking about the process; the process of healing, the process of sanctification, the process of growth… we are all in the midst of that process and rest assured, it will take our entire lives. As I have walked through seasons of tremendous pain, I have also walked through seasons of tremendous joy that came through freedom and being healed of many of those wounds. I have not arrived, but I am healing. One of the greatest lessons that God has taught me in those seasons is that in order to be free from the weight of guilt and shame that comes with sin, we must see ourselves as He sees us, through the eyes of His son and the sacrifice of the Cross. Furthermore, to extend that same healing, grace and forgiveness to those around us, we must see them as Christ sees them as well. We only gain understanding as we pray for His heart, listen to His voice and seek to take Him at His word, allowing Him to cleanse us through scripture. It is when we allow God to heal us and work through us in the process that we can love as He loves, and in doing so, the church, the bride of Christ, becomes pure and blameless once again. Therefore love. Love each other as Christ loves you and as He loves the church. May we always remember that the message of grace always comes down to the messy simplicity of love; love God, love people, and allow them to love you in turn.

“I want to know Christ—yes, to know the power of his resurrection and participation in his sufferings, becoming like Him in His death, and so, somehow, attaining to the resurrection from the dead.
Not that I have already obtained all this, or have already arrived at my goal, but I press on to take hold of that for which Christ Jesus took hold of me.” –Philippians 3:10-12

“Above all, love each other deeply, because love covers over a multitude of sins.” -1 Peter 4:8


[1] Song lyrics are from (*Fin). Written by Stephen Christian and Anberlin. Produced by Aaron Sprinkle, 2007. CD. Tooth&Nail Records.


PigTale 07 | Deist: Tierney

Forward by Justin Hartford

Sometimes, hearing about what someone else has experienced is not easy to stomach. This PigTale, submitted by a girl named Tierney, was that way for me for a few reasons. For starters, this is a story about someone who left the faith that I profess and believe in my heart to be truth. Reading this instantly puts me in a place where I have to pick a side and possibly even get defensive about my own beliefs. That is not very comfortable.

I am also aware that ChristianPig's current audience is primarily comprised of Christians that may get offended by the sentiments and the language used by the author. Part of me is worried about what might happen after sharing such a publication to such an audience. What might happen to our viewership or to our image? Regardless, we will stay true to our mission. This is not a website solely focused on conservative Christianity in the same way this is not a website centered around leaving Christianity. If we want to truly represent a multitude of perspectives, one like this would naturally come up, and we would be liars if we chose to hide it. 

A quick note to Christians:
This is an opportunity for you and me to actually live out what we say we believe in. Whether or not you can relate with the part of Christianity that Tierney talks about, evaluate your own heart and remember Jesus before making decisions to lash out defensively. I may  be puffing this up unnecessarily, but I know that our first reaction is to cling to our tribe and reject outsiders like a bunch of baboons. No dung slinging ya bunch of animals. Play nice. Smiley face.


Hi there. My name is Tierney. Chances are we have no clue about the existence of one another until now and that's the cool thing about being alive. It's not just you. This brings me to this writing which is about the time I first realized I wasn't going to be a Christian anymore.


It was a couple weeks into my first semester of college. I hadn't really seen my first erect penis yet. Obviously, the best was yet to come. At this time, I was fresh off the boat from Masters Commission and man did I have a fire for God. If you've never heard of Masters Commission, it's a nine month discipleship program. Like the Peace Corps for Christians. You spend most of your day serving, learning, praying, walking around Dallas at 5am in below freezing temps playing a sick, sick knock off of the Amazing Race. You know, normal Jesus stuff. I learned so much about grace during my time in Masters. From watching a lot of people who are important to me be betrayed by a famous televangelist (Jim Bakker cough cough) and silently walk away without destroying him to watching a girl return from Christmas break pregnant and our Pastor sitting her on a chair and honoring her instead of condemning her. She finished out the year with us too. Those images of grace easily bring me to tears and will never escape me.

Back to my first semester.

I was singing on a worship team when I decided to run for Freshman Senator. A highly coveted bullshit position in student government that only 4 lucky freshman got to hold. Everyone was passing out candy. I thought to myself, "If I were a college student surrounded by absurd amounts of free pussy and dick, candy is the least of my wants." So I went to Walmart and bought hundreds of condoms. The good kind. Threw some magnums in there and some ribbed, for her pleasure, and non-latex for the losers who weren't gonna get laid anyways.

After my first day of passing out condoms and chanting "Vote for TBOMB, grab a CON-dom" between classes, I was immediately kicked off the worship team. The worship leader came to my dorm room with his bible, and had a short disagreement with me about not being of this world and kicked me off.  A part of me knew this would happen. I remember praying about this before doing it, and feeling absolutely zero convictions about it.

I won one of the freshman senator spots, and gave the leftover condoms to some incredibly attractive frat guys who would later become some of my good friends. I would end up even wearing their letters one day. However, it was in this moment I realized a couple of things. I first realized my personal relationship with God doesn't align with standard American Christianity. This broke my heart a bit. A lot of who I was at the time was built around community with other believers. However, being that I hadn't seen my first real live erect penis yet, I still had so much life to experience, as well as experiences with other people and how they live their lives. All those experiences would shape me into the person I am now. At the time, it felt like the worst place to be spiritually, emotionally, and physically.

I also realized standard American Christianity doesn't care about people, they care about what people do. There's always the argument of "I disagree or I don't condone it, but I still love them". I find that incredibly annoying. Love is the only thing you're called to do. It should always start and end there. The more I began to disagree with a lot of fundamental standard American Christianity beliefs, the more I moved further and further away from Christianity as a whole.

The best thing that did come from this is that for the absolute first time, I realized the true beauty in being vulnerable. I never would have developed those friendships, or won freshman senator, or had a dope story to blog about if I wouldn't have bought those condoms. See, condoms do change lives.

Thanks for reading and remember to always practice safe sex. Except if you're by yourself. In that case - go nuts.

 

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