Confessions of an Evangelical

Silhouette of Jesus on the cross against a cloudy sky with the text 'Suffering for Christ'.

From the “Dear Jim” folder (emails I receive):

“I was an Evangelical for 27 years of my life.

What I got most out of church was:

read and pray every morning, go to church every Sunday and Wednesday,

tithe (one church wanted a tithe of my student loans), be republican,

it’s okay to joke about gays, liberals, and Muslims, Harry Potter is bad, but magic in Narnia is good,

alcohol is bad, sex is bad, women are inferior to men, the bible is just doctrine and theology.

At church, I learned that God loves me less because I’m female.

Organized Christianity insisted that I am a filthy, stinking, horrible, sinful person deserving of Hell.

I’m less than worthless, and knowing so is a godly attribute.

Church taught me to despise myself and be afraid of God.

In church,

I learned that a grand performance as the ultimate Christian is preferable to an honest confession of failure,

and that the honest, broken people are shunned, gossiped of, and never forgiven.

Overall,

I have to say that I lost my individuality through my experience with organized religion.

I lost me in the process, the real me.

That has damaged me more than anything.

Now I’m trying to find the real me.”

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The Start of 2020

Our business was doing great, but we still couldn’t afford to buy a house or a condo. Renting in Maui for another 30 years was not an option we wanted to take. Then, Bobbie Jo suggested we buy a sailboat that is comfortable to cruise and live in. By the end of January, we started looking for our new home.

After a long search, we found our dream boat in Mazatlan, Mexico. COVID-19 was not yet a concern when our boat hunt began, but masks were starting to appear at airports by the time we flew to Mazatlan. Originally, we had planned to get the boat ready as fast as possible to cover a full calendar for the busy wedding season. However, it was apparent our business was going to tank amid the pandemic, and the struggle went on until the end of the year.

Luckily, we scored an awesome condo for only $19 a day at Mazatlan. On the 10th day of our stay, we received the news that all harbors will be closed the next Monday morning. We thought we’d be stuck in Mexico longer, but another sailor advised us to leave before sunrise.

We felt the adrenalin of escaping the Mexican harbor master just before the sun rose that faithful day. The seas were rough as waves were building up in the tight channel that led us to the open ocean. We ended up anchored off an adorable little isle just a mile offshore. We enjoyed cruising to many spectacular anchorages and cute villages on our way to Puerto Vallarta, where we would depart for Maui on May 7. On May 30, 2020, we completed our 24-day passage from Mexico to Maui.