Growing
up in the south, the lure of Christianity as the answer to my religious
questions was inevitable. When I was a college freshman and spiritually
curious as ever, I met the group of little zealots of which 'Hilary,’ a
sophomore, was the queen bee. She immediately took an interest in me.
And as all of my close friends from high school had gone on to different
colleges, it was pure bad luck that this was the first big group of
peers I called friends.
In real life, groups akin
to the Hollywood-concocted Christian Jewels are hardly so black and
white in their single-minded intentions. No, they're so much more
sophisticated and calculating. Hilary was actually my friend for awhile,
as were other members of the group, and it would be about six months of
casual get-togethers and outings where religion was seldom discussed
before the weirdness began.
,,,
The
most harmful effect of any cult is its subtle infiltration of your
consciousness and your way of interacting. Most detrimental to me was
how deeply the experience made me question my own importance.
If
something good happened to me, I needed to attribute it to God. If
something bad happened, it was either due to "Satan" or human
sinfulness. Somewhere within that equation, I had stopped factoring in
at all. Instead of feeling a holy oneness, for years I just wondered
why, if I had no choice, was I even here?
It Happened to Me: I Joined a Cult in College - xoJane
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