Hello ladies,
This is one I've been left to have to ponder for the past 24 hrs and I wondered if anyone else had been in the same boat. First off let me say that up until the past few months I've been a "non-believer", I'll get onto that in a moment.
In 2005, my Granfather lost his fight with lung cancer. Grandad was a devoted Christian and one of the few Christians who knew the Bible cover to cover. He served on peacekeeping in Malaysia and had faith in God to protect him and his forces from harm in the war. He returned home, started a family and was married for 57 years. I used to go to church, but after my Granfather's death I revoked religion from my life for 6 years.
For a long time, I refused to have anything to do with Christianity. I argued with so many messengers "if God loved his people, why did my Grandad die like that? Why do my brother and I have CRPS? why has my Dad been disabled since I was 7 years old? Why did my partner's Mum has septicemia? Why has my Nan got Altzheimer's?" All of them were Christians, all of them have suffered, none of them would ever harm anyone. I believed in Him, but I believed He owed me answers, too.
Nan's funeral in December 2011 was conducted by the lay minister of the church in my home village. When I left, I felt revitalised, warm and safe. It was a bizarre sensation but I could not ignore it. Nan always believed that "real Christians were too busy helping people to go to church". Since I was 9, I've spent a lot of time doing charity work for various organisations with my family or by myself. Secretly, I have always believed in God but felt betrayed that I've never had any answers. I even looked at holding my wedding away from the church because I wanted to be surrounded by His creations rather than within His house. I had the smart idea of holding a Humanist-type blessing so we could have hymns and prayers surrounded by God's creations.
Well, yesterday I went for a casual stroll with my Mum. We were chatting about my wedding and not really making much more of it than that. As we walked past the church, I became overwhelmed. I looked up at it, with it's magnificent stained glass windows, tall arched doorways and steeple, put my head in my hands and cried. For me, it goes back to more than just faith. My parents, granparents and great-granparents were all married in the very church I speak of. Whenever there is a wedding, the villagers gather to watch and offer messages of congratulations. For me, it's a family tradition, a part of my upbringing and the church where I used to pray.
However, my partner has long since severed his ties with religion since the death of his Mother when he was 4 years old. He himself used to be a choir boy, now he has turned his back on religion. He has spent hours and hours trawling through pages of civil ceremony venues, hoping that I might bat an eyelid at one of them. He has refused to wed in a church as he won't marry in the presence of the Lord when he doesn't believe in Him.
Is anyone else here in a similar position? My fiancé is worried sick I've had cold feet, but I feel like I can't talk to him about my deeper values and how much marrying in the church would mean to me and my family.
Thanks all for your help
MrsStobe13