My name is Zachary Brigante, and I am a Ph.D. student at the University of Aberdeen here in Aberdeen, Scotland. I have been waiting many years for the authority to put my thoughts and theories down on paper, and I finally feel like my 3.5 degrees in various theologies and Christian ministry is enough! Huzzah!
So, the point of this blog is to share what I have learned in my lifetime of learning and to present some of my musings and confusions about Christianity. For that purpose, let us begin with a bit of information about my journey!
I was not born a Christian. None of us was, we were all taught. My journey begins where many do, with my mother and her Christianity. She came to Christ when I was young, and her enthusiasm for it translated to many visits to church when I was growing up. She would read me the bible as I was going to sleep. Thus, it is my recollection that I was about 7 years old when I began to rebel.
As my mother read me the stories of scripture, I began to ask questions for clarification, or for things that didn’t make sense to me. I can’t recall specifically what I asked back then, but I know that the questions were such that my mother referred me to the regular church-goers that had become her friends.
Their answers did not satisfy my curiosity or sense that something just wasn’t sitting right. Thus, at a young age, I determined that Christian’s didn’t really know what they believed in, or at least that it didn’t seem reasonable, and began to detach myself from the identity. This did not, however, change the sense I had of a creator, or guiding presence that existed above and outside myself.
Whether this was due to my mother’s influence or some “sixth sense” I don’t know, but I’ve never lost the sense that there is a consciousness larger than imagination somewhere out in the universe.
It was this presence that I sought for the next 14 years as a teenager, from Wiccanism to Druidry. I attended summonings of elements and Ba’al, tarot readings, psychics, and haunted houses. Anything that remotely hinted at the presence that waited for me just beyond myself. All that I learned in those places is that most people seem desperate to find that greater presence and will convince themselves and others of anything in search of it. People would feed off of each other’s desperation and need for significance. In some ways, I had my own little cultish following because I have the level of intuition and the charisma to sell it. I realise now that I was manipulating myself as much as everyone else.
Let this be a warning. You are more powerful than you know and can cast a spell as strong, if not stronger, over yourself than over anyone else. I see this now as the spiritual influence given to us by our Father God, but it isn’t limited to those who believe. Each human has the free ability to use their spiritual influence within their ability. This means that people seeking God in places as I described, can experience unexplainable phenomenon and then come to believe that what they are seeking is power when it was the power within themselves the entire time.
I was 20 years old and failing out of my first college when I decided I simply had nothing else to give. I had loved and lost, been burned, hurt, and hurt others. I had had thoughts of self-harm and certainly participated in the downward spiral of self-sabotage. I had sought the power I had felt from childhood through so much, it was time to take another look at Christianity, but not the Christianity of the masses. I needed to make my own determination whether the God of Christ was the being I had known. So I started to read the bible again, starting, of course, at the beginning.
Genesis is an interesting place to being your journey into Christianity because as I have described in my blog, it is not entirely reasonable or coherent. I had a friend who wanted me to come to them with my thoughts, which I did. They didn’t have answers, but they were fascinated to hear my thoughts. I eventually came to the story of Moses in Exodus, and I found myself incensed that pharaohs magicians could do all that Moses could do up to a certain point. Oh, a staff to a snake!? Psh, I do that in my sleep. What’s that? Water to blood, yeah okay, what else ya got!? After everything I had been through, seeking such power, even the enemies of God were able to perform the miracles being presented to prove the power of the Hebrew God!? What was I missing? (This is before I came to the above conclusion about spiritual authority.)
I feel like this next part is going to sound very strange coming from such a liberal mind, but what really tipped me over the edge was the Left Behind series. Not because their fundamentalist literalist view of revelation was compelling, nor because I was scared to faith through a fear of hell or tribulation, but rather the realisation that God gives those who believe in Him power, just as those deities I had been seeking do. If I had to ask myself, I had always believed in the God of Jesus, and if that God could bestow power as well as any of the others, wouldn’t it simply make sense to believe in Him again?
So, before I would ever consider myself a Christian, or ever was one as I didn’t really know who Jesus was, I decided that I was open to the God of Jesus existing. And that was the beginning of a stupid, imperfect, human journey to discovering who God really was.
So what’s the first thing I did as a young twenty-one-year-old man? I prayed to my new God for his guidance on love. I had been with a girl for 6 months or so, and I called her up to tell her of my revelation, and she dumped me. As you might be able to tell, she was not open to the idea of religion. Rather than bemoan this occurrence, however, I simply considered it a sign from God. Oh, how many signs from God I saw back then. Every happenstance, coincidence, broken light, or chance meeting seemed destined. I can tell you now, I was a fool. God does guide us, but He does so much more subtly, through human intervention, and through meditation upon His will.
At that time, though, I did not know this and continued for 2 more years believing that the slightest whims of chance were divine providence. As a result, I dropped out of college, joined the military, and got married within a month of that day. In retrospect, I can’t claim that any of those things were not providence. We have a tendency to look back, see our hardships, and determine that our ability to overcome obstacles is indicative of God’s guidance, but I tend to see it as more of God’s forethought. He created us to be both extremely fragile, and undeniably tenacious. We persevere, and through perseverance, we learn about ourselves and God. As a result of that first marriage, I had a beautiful little girl. As a result of my dropping out, I felt compelled to continue my studies rather than work with a previously earned degree, but this time in the name of God instead of myself. As a result of my military duty, I learned that I was physically capable of much more than I previously imagined. I learned that hard work and practice really do make a difference if you stick with them long enough. Essentially, through my belief that God was transforming me, I had begun a process of transformation.
To be continued…