What I Used To Believe

I used to believe that if you didn’t claim that Jesus Christ was your personal Lord and Savior, then you would go to Hell. 

I used to believe in Heaven and Hell. 

I used to believe that everything in the Bible is true.

I used to believe that Jesus was this unknowable, mysterious, cranky, self-sacrificing man. Now I believe that Jesus is my wise, sassy, loving, gay brother.

I used to believe that my parents were terrible parents. Now I believe they did the best they could.

I used to believe that people who love cats were idiots. Now I believe they are simply misguided.

I used to believe that I would be best friends with my college housemate for ever and ever.

I used to believe that marriage is a trap and not for me. Now I believe that you make marriage any way you want it to be.

I used to believe that eating low fat/high carbs was good for me. Now I believe in eating low on the food chain, mostly plants, not too much. And some chocolate.

I used to believe it was wrong to be gay.

I used to believe that you should never tell anyone you color your hair.

I used to believe that I should do everything my doctor told me to do.

I used to believe that my way was the best way to do anything.

I used to believe that three for a dollar meant you had to buy three.