I am a 55 year old recently retired chef. a couple of years ago I returned to the ancestral religion of my Nordic family.
I was raised kristin (Presbyterian). My Mother was very “churchy” … there was always this meeting or that meeting … elder, deacon, Sunday school teacher, choir practice every Wednesday night.
My Dad is very gregarious but not “churchy” … Sunday morning service is good enough for him.
Before they were married Mom’s minister told her that he didn’t think Dad was well suited for her just for this reason.
They married anyway.
For the first couple years she had a hard time getting Dad to Sunday morning services.
He finally got into the routine and became popular among the church members. He was elected a deacon and an elder.
But he never became a Bible-reading or any kind of praying man.
Mom did pay a price for being so “churchy” though … I guess the whole family paid a price too.
Mom was gone a lot of evenings and wasn’t home to protect my sister and I from Dad. Many bad things happened when she was gone. Yes, she saw signs but either ignored them or maybe she thought she’d deal with them after her next meeting.
Anyway after my sister and I got married and moved away Dad had finally had enough and he left her. He began living with a crude, loud-mouth woman … very unlike Mom … very”unchurchy”. He is happy now.
Mom developed colon cancer that finally metastasized in her liver. She passed over on my birthday in 2004.
At her viewing many of her “churchy” friends came up and talked about what a good woman she was and how she would be missed in the church.
I wanted to tell them that, thanks to them, she was missed at home years before she died.
But it wasn’t their fault that she was so “churchy” … it wasn’t her fault either. No one is perfect … maybe she thought our spiritual health was more important than our physical or psychological health.
Since her death a few other catastrophic events have happened in my life. I needed a Yahweh … you know … the “I’m the Great and Powerful Oz” type and all I got was a guy passing around fishes and loaves of bread.
Ásatrú has shown me a better and healthier way to view the Holy Powers. We aren’t servants of our Gods and Goddesses … they are big enough to take care of themselves. We understand that no one is perfect, not even the Holy Powers. If something bad happens to me I shrug it off and say “Well, it looks like Someone dropped the ball in Asgard.” We are truly brothers and sisters of our Gods and Goddesses not slaves or servants. The same Nordic blood flows through my veins as flows through Odin’s or Frigg’s.
Go with Odin’s wisdom, Freyja’s love, and Thor’s protection !