A Movie Changed Everything I Felt About Religion
As a woman in her late 20's, I remember my youth as being confused and as turbulent as I suppose anyone else's would be. I remember the early days before my parents decided they couldn't live in the same state, and I always remember going to church.
In the early days we lived in a big city, so the Baptist church we went to was on a grand sprawling campus with everything you can imagine, except a swimming pool. My brother and I always played soccer and baseball/softball for the church. When we went to "church camp", it was only children from our congregation there--that's how big this place was (I'm not sure how that community is doing now).
Then, before I was in middle school, my parents decided to separate. I was upset at the time, but in retrospect I wonder why they waited so long.
So we--my two younger brothers, my mom, and I--moved deeper into the south. We started going to a church that was the size of a house, and had less than two hundred members. It was a shock to the system, but the people who went seemed to be all the more fervent and sincere. I became impassioned too, and was fond of attending church events often. I had the T-shirts and teen version of a Bible to show my religious fervor. I was even baptized.
Then, one late night while visiting with my dad--and everyone else was already asleep--I found myself awake as usual. I was flipping through the channels and noticed this movie I had never seen. "The Craft".
My life changed forever that night. I remember wondering "Does it really work like that?" and after several late nights of intense study I realized, alas, that witchcraft indeed does not work like that. "Practical Magic" is closer, but still not quite right. But I grew to love the teachings of patience and wisdom, of oneness with nature, of the love of all creatures and beings, and about the craft that is magic.
However, this wasn't an easy transition for me. I was 11 when I had this life changing "Eureka!" moment. I had to hide my material and books for years. I finally found a few other serious students of Magic and Wicca when I was in high school at 15, and I was unbelievably grateful for that.
There were downfalls, though. I remember the day my mother found me in possession of one of my friend's books about Wicca. She proceeded to burn it, and tell me that I was worshiping the devil like all good Christians do. I've lived on my own for years, and to this day she still tries to get me to go to church with her. Perhaps she thinks that one sermon could change my mind. I'm not really sure.
But my friends interested in Wicca in high school, are still my friends more than 10 years later. They're wonderful people, and I feel I was truly blessed to share the sisterhood bond of Magic with them.