by Evan Woodson
Like most people from suburban Oklahoma, I grew up going to church.
As a child, I was almost what you would call a “church boy.” I knew all the answers at Sunday school, behaved myself at children’s church, and read Bible stories at bedtime with my parents.
As I grew older, I began to feel myself being drawn to things that weren’t necessarily viewed positively by Christian culture. Things like rap music — and girls.
By the time I started high school, I had transformed into what some people call a “Sunday-and-Wednesday” Christian. At times I felt I was two different people: one person within the walls of the church and another outside the walls of the church.
But through the mentorship of my youth pastor, I began to understand that authentic Christian faith is lived out consistently and not only when it is convenient. This was the first big step in the development of my faith, grasping what it meant to live out my Christian belief all day every day.
It was a revolution for me that I could talk about Jesus Christ at lunchtime with my classmates or be a Christian example on the football field. And so my later high school years were filled with youth group social events, mission trips, FCA meetings and service projects.
I adjusted well to the college atmosphere, not caving in to the pressures and influences that cause some freshmen to lose their religious conviction.
But something still wasn’t right. Was that all there was to it?
I began questioning the suburban model of Christian faith. Go to church on Sunday, listen to a sermon, go to Bible study on Wednesday, maybe experience a little bit of “fellowship?”
There’s no way Christianity could be that easy. Surely Jesus had more in mind when he talked about taking up a cross and losing your life to find it.
My college semesters went by and I began questioning the motives and methods of all the churches and ministries I had been involved with. These were the very same groups that I had treasured only a few months or years previously.
My “revolution” of becoming more than just a Sunday-and-Wednesday Christian didn’t seem so revolutionary after all.
I was enjoying my classes more and more every semester, but I worried that I was losing my faith. I didn’t want to go to CRU anymore, or go to LifeChurch on Sunday nights, or be a part of a Bible study.
Was my college experience eroding my Christian belief?
Read more of the op-ed by Evan Woodson, a history and sociology senior, from The Daily O’Collegian from Oklahoma State University.