Question:
Iʼve been Wiccan for some time. My family doesnʼt want me to practice my religion. Is there any way I can explain to them that it is my way of life?
Answer:
Sometimes answering these questions are difficult. You don’t know the age, gender, or background involved many times. I started to answer this question to a person who has moved out, probably in their early 20′s, who is having a dialogue with their parents back home. But, I went into our warehouse space here at the office and saw something that made me rethink my approach. The question above was turned in on a card one Sunday morning during our series. Later that week, our student ministry had Cardia (a student gathering) and they did an activity where they wrote on mirrors during the evening. They were supposed to write what they see of themselves. One of the mirrors had the statement, “I see an untrustworthy person. I see a Wiccan at heart.” The handwriting was spot on to the card. So, I’m gathering that you are not a 20-something, but a middle/high school student (probably a girl from the neatness in your writing, it’s very neat). This helps me better understand your circumstances so I can answer your question to the best of my ability according to the Bible… because let’s be real, I’m a Christian, who believes the Bible, and it would be pretty difficult to answer this question without a bias towards God’s leading and what He has brought me through in my life.
Sometimes the best way to teach is through stories, and some of the best stories are what life has brought us through. So, let me a share a little bit of where I was at your age, in similar circumstances, and what happened to me…
I hated God.
No, I mean I really hated God. (to get the full grasp on this, click the “story” tab on the top of the blog) From being molested by a classmate, having dad always out to sea, a mom who had a tough time raising us kids, to getting dragged to a church where everyone passed judgment before dispensing grace. It was pretty messy. I went into some pretty dark places in my life. Struggled with alcohol & drugs (unbeknown to my parents), treated women like objects/conquests, and turned to breaking into cars and occasionally homes to find a rush. It was pathetic at best. My life was cheap thrills at the expense of others. Eventually my friends and I found ourselves standing before a judge awaiting a trial for stealing from a construction distributor. It scared the living crap out of me. I was terrified. With the charges dropped, I knew I had to make a decision to clean my life up. I needed something that gave me purpose and meaning. In comes the straight-edge movement.
Straight-edge, for those not familiar, was a movement that birthed out of the underground/hardcore music scene. It was more of a counter cultural movement that stressed things like being alcohol/drug free, abstinence, not conforming to the social norms, treating animals fairly (vegetarian or vegan), and sharing the love of music that became less like a rock show & more like an anthem to groups of kids who needed a place to belong. I went to one show and I was hooked. I had people who became family to me. We shared likes, goals, dreams, and ideas. We had such a common bond in our passions and it gave us purpose. (I’m assuming it’s similar to the way your beliefs in Wicca and the people who also practice it make you feel).
I felt alive and it truly became my religion. For many in that era it was there’s too. But as time progressed, I was still unhappy. My parents weren’t exactly thrilled I was into the music and it’s message, and I was pretty unhappy. There wasn’t one thing I could put a finger on, but just the sum of my life’s parts didn’t fit or seem to make sense. I would now look back and call this my “rebellious discontent.”
One night I went to a show at what used to be the Va Beach Skate Park (I think it’s batting cages now), and a bunch of bands were playing. One of the bands was, Zao. They were heavy. REAL Heavy. I love screaming music and they liked to scream. The drummer played to heavy they had to turn him around and place his drum kit against the wall so it wouldn’t move. After they played their set, the guitarist was outside smoking a cigarette. I stopped to tell him I was stoked to see them play. He smiled, said thanks, and we just started talking. This guys was COVERED in tattoos. I thought it was the coolest thing ever. I asked about his tattoos and as he answered what they meant I began to realize something, “This guy is into Jesus or God or something.”
So I asked him, “Are you a Christian?”
He replied, “Yeah, are you?”
“No.” I replied, “Being a Christian means being a cookie cutter person who doesn’t think for yourself.”
“Do I look like I’m a shirt, tie, and khaki kind of guy?” (with a hint of attitude)
“Um, I guess not” I said, now feeling stupid for walking into that one.
“Let me guess, you’re straight-edge, right?” (I was wearing a shirt with the words on it spoofing the Coca-Cola logo, so he wasn’t that perceptive.)
“Yeah, it’s like a family. We all believe the same stuff and the music is awesome.”
“Let me ask you a question, ‘What has straight-edge ever done for you? When you die, where does straight-edge bring you? What hope do you have?’”
Silence.
I’d never thought about life after “straight-edge.” What was going to happen when I die? What did I have to hope for? What was I living for? Yeah, the scene was great and it felt good, but there was always something missing. Remember that “rebellious discontent” I mentioned earlier? This is where it led me. If living this pure and straight life wasn’t anything that brought hope, if there was nothing more- then what could bring me hope? What could take the place of this discontent inside of me?
Jesus. I know, it sounds like the Sunday School answer, but it’s the truth. You see, for every one of us at our core, we’re not straight-edge, wiccan, homosexual, football captain, fast food cashier, mother, father, mayor or president- we’re sinners in need of a Savior. We are wrecked beyond all recognition. The things we try to use to define us or label as a status are not who we are at our heart’s core. They are merely substitutes we use to give ourselves meaning, status, and worth. I used straight-edge as a way to not conform. It was a way to belong. The problem was, because it did not correct my sinful nature, it was not completely satisfying. I was always left feeling a little bit alone or unfulfilled.
In our lives, we essentially have an innate longing to be filled by God’s love. But, by our own selfish nature we keep running everywhere but God. It’s only by His Spirit working on our hearts and our submission to God through complete submission; that we find a redemption and completeness like any other. You are not a wiccan at heart. You are a child of God. You are searching to fill a God-shaped hole that Wicca, relationships, music, straight-edge, sports, addiction, and the list goes on… just cannot fill. Only God can fill this void. When you accept that, the next time you look in the mirror you won’t see an untrustworthy wiccan, you’ll see a young person redeemed by the Creator of the Universe. If you don’t have any older females to talk to or that you trust, my wife Carrie is more than willing to listen & talk with you: carrie@brandedwithlove.com
I’m praying you can find the right direction in what I believe is a time of “rebellious discontent” for you. Praying you will let my wife or someone close to you, begin a dialogue about this. Also, praying that you don’t completely dismiss these things and approach it with an open mind. Thank you so much for asking the question. It’s a tough place to be in.