Losing My Religion

I just read an article by William Lobdell on the LA Times website about how being a religion reporter led him away from the church and, ultimately, God. I am assuming, based on information found elsewhere, that it is an excerpt from an upcoming memoir.

Here is a quote:
WHEN Times editors assigned me to the religion beat, I believed God had answered my prayers.

As a serious Christian, I had cringed at some of the coverage in the mainstream media. Faith frequently was treated like a circus, even a freak show.

I wanted to report objectively and respectfully about how belief shapes people’s lives. Along the way, I believed, my own faith would grow deeper and sturdier.

But during the eight years I covered religion, something very different happened...

Be sure to read the rest of the article here.

The rest of the article is a shortened explanation of how researching and reporting on various churches and scandals led him away from the church and God. As I read, I found myself sad for him, feeling the need to wring the necks of many in the church, and remembering a time when I was very much in his shoes...except that I couldn't let go of my faith.

I felt more like the Eskimo in the holding cell from his story.

What do you think?

2 comments:

    On 10:54 PM Andy Lauer said...

    Eric, I'm there. From time to time, these questions just keep popping up, and I don't really have an answer for them. I certainly believe that so much of it is human depravity and sinfulness, but how and why God allows it to go on, that I can't fathom. It kind of reminds me of the time when Jesus said it would be better to have a millstone tied around one's neck and be thrown into the ocean than to cause someone to sin. Lord have mercy.

     
    On 11:43 PM Ronni said...

    My God. They will have to answer some day. That is my only solice to something like this.

    Yeah, there were days I felt like I was slipping off the face of the earth... but those men were not the ones who held me when I fell asleep at night sobbing, or were the voice or calm and reason in my storm.

    They weren't the ones who spoke to me as a child and protected me.

    I've always known as deeply as I know there is air that God IS.

    No man will ever take that from me no matter what they do.