Quote from: dpadgett628 on June 28, 2013, 09:28:37 PM
Since coming to realize my transgender identity, I have felt so alone and I often don't know what keeps me going. I have felt as though there is a constant war between my heart, my head, and my body. But through plenty of internet research, I have noticed that many members of the LGBT community who are religious are more at peace with their identity. It may not be solid fact, just something I have noticed. Has anyone experienced this? That your religion helps give you peace or something?
Also, how do you hold onto your religion after realizing how much harder your life is going to be?
For me, I grew up in a Christian household, although nominatively. I have explored a few options in my life, from Wicca, to Pureland Buddhism, to the Baha'i Faith, Unitarian Universalism, and I even converted to Hinduism! I also occasionally like watching Richard Dawkins.
I regard myself as a spiritual and religious person, and I presently go to a very traditional (High Church Anglican, or Anglo-Catholic), yet 'affirming' parish. I have been hurt by many 'spiritual' people in many different traditions, and atheists have also been rude to me regarding the nature of my personal faith. However, despite all the painful negativities with people in spiritual communities, I really marched on, because to me, religion is a socio-cultural phenomenon that is always vibrant and mutable, and certainly not stagnant as some may think.
I am an agnostic theist, and a Christian. I know that God exists, but the nature of His reality is very much noospheric and ungraspable as a camel passing through the eye of a needle! But whatever may happen, I know that my self acceptance and self-preservation were two things to keep me going on in life. How can I learn to be inspired, and inspire others, if I can not trudge on?
What I get out of religion is a cultural heritage, a way of life that has been passed down by my own ancestors. When I go to Mass and kneel myself down, I feel humbled from my problems, knowing that there are so many hidden blessings in my life that only need to be seen. As the censor waves back and forth, swinging wafts of incense in the church, I can only smell the deep fragrance of being a miniscule mineral in the ocean of the universes.
And to me, Christ is my archetype for love, being, and divinity of both flesh and spirit, and to receive His presence in the ritual we call 'Holy Communion' gives me comfort. As ordinary unleavened bread and wine are seen by the initiate as spiritualised, so are we; though we perceive ourselves now as human, we all may also share in this divinity of self as rays and representatives of love and mercy.
As a woman with transsexual history, this is who I am: my neurological self and my bodily self do not match, and for me to sustain myself with life, love, and being, I had to complete myself in transitioning from my old to the new. I died to the old self, and rose again with life and clarity of mind. And as such, this is my own, private medical history. As far as I am concerned, I am a daughter of divine nature, and that is all I need to accept with gratitude.