Tuesday, November 21, 2023

Our Bodies Belong to No One


 *TRIGGER WARNING** Marital r@pe/coercion/assualt mentioned in this article.


 “ Ladies! Remember, when you get married- your body is now your husbands to do with and honor as he will.”

“ I am so thankful that the Pastor sheltered and protected his daughter’s mind and purity. When we married, she didn’t know anything. I was able to then lead her and teach her as I needed to” -A Pastor’s Son-In-Law I know. 

 

 How many of us who grew up enmeshed in Purity Culture heard something similar to this? Men were told their bodies belonged to their wives and wives to their husbands; but it was to the women this standard was strictly enforced. 

 Following the teachings of Paul in the new testament, we were taught that our purity (aka virginity) was the most important thing for us to value.  Examples of the “crumpled flower”, “crumpled paper”, and other object lessons were used to show us how quickly our value could be diminished.  We were completely sheltered; many of us not knowing what would happen once we were married. 

  Innocent and pure, is how they wanted us. “So the husband can teach her what she needs to know”, is what they said.  But we knew that once we said our vows we belonged to our husband. 

  Women would whisper in dark corners, sharing secrets of unhappy sex lives. Some would whisper of coercion and rape, of course not naming what they were because they were doing their “duty”.  We were taught that if we did not give our husband’s sex when he wanted/demanded it, then we were the ones hindering our spiritual life and sinning.  So once the vows were repeated and the rings exchanged,  our worlds suddenly transformed.  

 We became a new man’s property.  Our headship passed from our father to the waiting hands of the man who would take our bodies as they pleased.  Some of us were treated with kindness, others were not. 

 As I started deconstructing my faith, I began questioning the religious teachings of the Pauline books of the Bible. So many things were misinterpreted, or translated to support a political agenda of the time. When I realized that I was created as a human and equal to my husband, everything changed. 

 I began questioning everything about purity culture. My conclusion came to the fact it was based in control and politics. Virgins have been a high price since the beginning of time, even now some cultures still place a high value on it.  Man A needed sons Man B needed sheep. Lets trade the daughter for the sheep, but make sure no one else has laid “claim” to her because she belongs to whomever makes the trade for her. Or she is tainted goods. 

 This political ideal made its way into early  christianity, to where then there was a spiritual aspect added to it. Not only is a girl a good commodity for trade, but if she is tainted she also loses her soul unless she repents. Even then, she would have been cast aside. 

  Realizing that our body’s value was rooted in political gain and control, I stepped away from purity culture completely. 

   My body belongs to no one but me.  

   When you say one person belongs to another, you immediately put in a power imbalance. This power imbalance in the wrong hands can, and usually does, become abusive to some degree. The one holding the power can use coercion, force, spiritual guilt and manipulation, to get what they want with little to no resistance; and still believe they are not doing anything wrong. 

  So when I think back to all the “doctrine” spewed out from all the pastors and youth pastors I sat under, I get angry. I am angry for what they robbed of us; like our self worth, our ability to trust our intuition, and our autonomy.  I am angry for what women are trapped in now; marriages where many are abused by their husband’s. 

  Our bodies belong to no one but ourselves.  We have every right to say who can and cannot touch us. 

  For women who are struggling with deconstructing from purity culture, you are not alone. It is a long road reclaiming our sexuality and autonomy. For me, it has been ridden with guilt and shame. It is worth it though, coming to the other side and into your own. 

 


 

Thursday, September 14, 2023

Poem of Lot’s Wife


 You think you know me,


The pillar of salt.


The woman who looked back


To see the city she loved destroyed. 


My greatest sin was loving 


My family, my home, 


My friends, and my community. 


I was a good wife. 


I raised my children


I submitted to my husband


I did my duty. 


I listened as my husband 


Offered my daughters up to be 


Used for their pleasure. 


I watched as he spend time


With those unseemly near 


The city gates.


I followed when he said


“ Thus said the Lord”


and we left. Fleeing 


EVERYTHING we had established. 


Yet again. 


So I looked back. 


I heard the screams of my friends


I wanted to see my beloved home one more time. 


I looked back…


And became no more. 


God supposedly saved 


My husband- the “one righteous man” 


Who would then go on to have 


Relations with our daughters


While my salty ashes were 


Still drifting in the wind. 


My story is told over and over


I’m the rebellious wife who


Longed  for the world 


I paid for my sin with my death.


But you don’t know me. 


What if my story is here


As a warning to women. 


Showing women that following the


Wrong person can lead to 


Their utter destruction. 


Just as following mine


Destroyed me. 


-Amber Schultz

2023 


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Tuesday, September 12, 2023

I’m Not a Cookie -Cutter Christian

 Not a Cookie-Cutter Christian 



Cookie cutter Christianity was never for me. 


Yes, I was pressed in the mold and held in. 


I was given the exact things to say and wear. 


I was given the exact template of my life. 


I was shown exactly God’s will by those around me.


Then I was tried in fire. Trying to cement my place in this mold. 


Good girl - they would say. 

God loves it when you are silent and obey.

Good girl- keep sweet.

God loves it when you shrink yourself to only be what we say you should be. 


But I’m not a cookie cutter Christian.  Never have been.


From my earliest memory, I remember questioning everything I went along with. Then battling the unending guilt because I challenged what I was taught. 


I broke out of the mold many years ago, but I kept the shape.  That shape held me bound for many year, even though inside I was working desperately to break out. 


Piece by piece the shape started to crumble.


Til one day a part of me broke loose. I could feel that part of myself come alive in ways I never knew possible.  I began to love others and see others in ways I never knew possible. 


So I ran- hard as I could and threw myself against everything to break more of the pieces off. 


Bruised and bloody I emerged no longer in that molded shape, but fully into who I am.  


As time passes I see more and more things come out of me that God created me to be. I see paths I can take that were always closed to me. I meet and love people who I never would have talked to then.


I have come alive and live life now as it should be lived- full of love and happiness.  

Doesn’t mean I don’t have dark days still…. But now the dark days don’t bind me as they so easily used to.  


I’m not a cookie cutter Christian. Never have been. Never will try to be again.  


Amber Schultz 

2023



Wednesday, September 6, 2023

God Pulled Me Out

 God pulled me out of a pit,


But it wasn’t dirty and murky. 

It was clean and pretty

With stained glass windows

And shiny, happy people.

Carpets and seats to match,

Solid wood pulpit and steps.

Potlucks and revivals,

The commandments from the “Bible”.


God pulled me out of a pit,

But there were no darkness there.

Not the kind I was told about anyway. 

The darkness I saw was in people

Wearing pressed suits and Sunday dresses.

Plastic smiles on their faces to hide the 

Pain in their eyes. 

The discontented souls wandering around

Singing “Jesus Loves me this I know.  “


God pulled me out of a pit,

But it wasn’t alcohol or drugs that held me.

It was the binding of legalism and rules;

The Thou shalt nots shouted from the stage.

The dresses I wore were supposed to protect  me,

Instead they bound me in shame. 

They didn’t protect me from hands or eyes

Wanting to see what was underneath. 


God pulled me out of a pit,

But it wasn’t what the church told me was.

As I was slowly being lifted, the hands of all

Those left behind grabbed at my naked soul.

Pulling me hard back into the mire I knew, 

Back into their control. 


But God pulled me out of the pit. 

He knew how slowly I needed to go.

Over time more bindings and chains

Began to fall away.

With every new freedom I was able to finally see

What was on the outside. 


God pulled me out of the pit, 

He did it through me- giving me 

The strength to go on when I could

Not move forward another step.

God made the way, but I made the choice

Every single day to fight against everything

I’ve ever known, to end it for my family with me. 


Now that I am out of the pit,

My wounds sting from the breeze of freedom. 

I want to run far away from it, knowing 

The darkness and evil I left. 

But when I look back, I see other people.

People like me who are so trapped 

Trying to get out. 


So no I stand, reaching a hand into the pit;

Hoping that my hand can be someone’s lifeline.

You do not have to stay in there. 

You do not have to do this alone. 

My hand is reaching back in the pit for you. 


-Amber Schultz

2023

Living inside the box

*TW- mental health*



One of the most dangerous and evil beliefs pushed by Christianity for YEARS- is that mental health problems are sin based.

Believing that because a person struggles with depression, anxiety, bipolar, etc. is a result of lack of faith and focus on God. 


I cannot tell you how many times, even by family, we were questioned WHY we sought professional help for my husband’s PTSD instead of just “praying more”. 


We did that in the beginning. The result was he almost lost his life in the battle against PTSD.


I have struggled with complex PTSD, anxiety, and depression for my whole life.  Never once has a single prayer or Bible verse cured me. 


God gave people wisdom and ability to learn things; and because of that we have mental health professionals who can help us. 


Pastors ARE NOT qualified to give mental health counseling( unless they have gone to  school and have a degree in it). 


I have known too many people who have lost their lives in the battle against mental health because they were dismissed and told to pray more and get right with God. 


I’m here to tell you this is a complete and total LIE fabricated by fear; pushed down by controlling men from a pulpit.  


Mental health issues are NOT A SIN. Nor are they a result of sin.  


Medication to help stabilize you is NOT A SIN. 


Therapy is NOT A SIN. 


You DO NOT LACK FAITH if you seek help from professionals.


You do not have to be trapped inside that box if torment with no hope.

There is help.

It is NOT your fault.


-Amber Schultz

2023

Joy of Deconstruction


 Joy


Emptiness fills me


Where joy once stood


Darkness envelops


Nothing is understood


What once was right


Now is wrong


What I once held tight


Now is gone


Beliefs that hurt,


Hindered, scarred


I held to tightly


Now I am marred


The weights called convictions


Sunk me so deep


I am now trying to shake them 


All I do is weep


Backslider! Jezebel!


I have heard all the names


You can’t do much worse


I have played all the games


Smile and be sweet


Submit and be content


No complaints, no frowns


No room to vent


No room for error


You’re a Christian remember?


Don’t you dare misstep


Not a spot of dirt ever.


Fake. It’s all fake. 


Behind the smiles and prayers


Hidden heartache and pain


Shoved down for years


No one can be honest


No one can be real


No one can ever


Be sad or feel


Anything but joy


Or you are not saved


At the very least you


To sin have caved


But no more, ever


I refuse to hide


My feelings are valid


Your joy I have tried


My God became human


So He understands


On the days I am so depressed


Or when I anxiety does end.


He is there with me


When I am low


Doesn’t expect me to fake it


Doesn’t expect me to glow


He allows me to feel


He allows me to cry


He allows me to be angry


And shake my fist on the sky


He doesn’t punish me


For how honest I am


He listens and waits


And He understands 


So no need to hide


What He already knows


Might as well be honest


And say how it goes


For in honesty I find


The true joy


That I have always 


Longed to enjoy


-Amber Schultz

2023

My self worth

 


𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘡𝘩𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴

π˜‹π˜ͺ𝘳𝘡𝘺

π˜‹π˜ͺ𝘴𝘨𝘢𝘴𝘡π˜ͺ𝘯𝘨

π˜™π˜°π˜΅π˜΅π˜¦π˜―


How was I supposed to live a joyful life when I was told how horrible I was? 


π˜•π˜¦π˜·π˜¦π˜³ 𝘡𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘡 𝘺𝘰𝘢𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧

𝘠𝘰𝘢 𝘒𝘳𝘦 π˜ͺ𝘯𝘀𝘒𝘱𝘒𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸π˜ͺ𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘒𝘡 π˜ͺ𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘰π˜₯ 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘢 

π˜‹π˜° 𝘯𝘰𝘡 𝘡𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘡 𝘺𝘰𝘢𝘳 π˜ͺ𝘯𝘴𝘡π˜ͺ𝘀𝘡𝘴 - 𝘡𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸π˜ͺ𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘦𝘒π˜₯ 𝘺𝘰𝘢 𝘒𝘴𝘡𝘳𝘒𝘺.


How was I supposed to navigate life and protect myself from those who wanted to harm me, when I was taught that my most basic instinct to protect myself was inheritintly evil? 


Humans in their base nature can be selfish and evil- but wasn’t that the point of Christ dying? To let us then live a life that is full of joy?  


Self deprecation and hatred is not a sign of holiness.  It is put in place by many to control the masses.  When we live in Christ it is liberty. Liberty to love freely, to have joy, true peace, and so many other things. Knowing that He gave us the ability to make good choices and trust our instincts. 


Never again will I allow another human to dictate my self worth. 


-Amber Schultz

2023

Our Bodies Belong to No One

  *TRIGGER WARNING** Marital r@pe/coercion/assualt mentioned in this article.   “ Ladies! Remember, when you get married- your body is now y...