I was raised in a conservative Fundamentalist Christian home. When I turned 18, the dreams I thought I had were destroyed, and the things I believed about God were challenged in deep ways. For the following seven years, I wandered in a no-man’s land – a wilderness, between legalism and grace – trying to find some balance between the two. Trying to hold onto a past I knew was unfulfilling, but too scared to embrace a future of grace.
Over the course of 2 1/2 months, I publicly shared more about the days I spent torn between legalism and grace. It’s a scary, ugly story. But “our scary stories lose their power to torment us once we allow God to redeem them.” (Kris Camealy)
I have been around the blogosphere enough to know that there are a lot of people wandering in this wilderness. I’ve read the comments and the posts. I’ve seen the journeys. And I’m hopeful that sharing my story can help some of these people – maybe someone reading this right now – find their way into grace.
My Story of Leaving Behind Legalism and the Independent Fundamental Baptist Movement
Introduction: some self-observations about legalism
Part 1: what is “legalism”?
Part 2: standing under the broken heart
Part 7: perfection is not possible
Part 10: Plan A, 2.0
Part 11: Modesty: a picture of grace
Part 14: Cheating on my church
Part 15: Can you hear Jesus calling?
Part 16: Checklists, control, and motherhood
Part 19: on being “in your place” in church
Part 21: “Well…it feels comfortable…”
Part 24: The real me
Part 26: Leave it all behind…
Part 27: Accepting grace