My faith has morphed over the years. I was raised Catholic, thought for a bit about being a Unitarian and a Buddhist, and then through yoga thought that Hinduism may be a possibility. Finally, I happily settled on being interested in religion and calling myself spiritual without affiliation.
So it came as quite a surprise that Christmas Eve found me in a Methodist Church pondering my faith again. I went with my family to the First United Methodist Church of Orlando. I really went because I wanted to support my sister; she’s on staff there and runs all of the communications for the Church. She and my brother-in-law were married in that church and both of my nieces were baptized there. Plus, I love Christmas carols, of which there are many at the family service.
And then a very odd thing happened. The Head Pastor gave a sermon about people unlikely to call themselves religious. He talked about Joseph and his very serious consideration of leaving behind his family and his faith. After further contemplation, he felt something greater than himself asking him to stay, to persevere, to not give up. He talked about people who have considered giving up on their faith, people who doubt and question, people who feel like they don’t really belong to any affiliation. The remarkable thing is that he didn’t talk down to those people; he didn’t criticize them. Quite the opposite – he invited them in. In a moment of silence he asked us to bow our heads, close our eyes, and raise our hands if anyone felt like they might belong to one of those groups, and would like the congregation to pray for them.
I found that the idea of staying, just sticking around to see how it goes, made my eyes water, and I raised my hand. I did need the prayers he so generously offered. On Christmas Eve I felt a little lost, a little out-of-place, but still moved to further explore my faith, and even considering that spiritual without affiliation may not be enough for me anymore. And even though I felt lost, I also felt that I was in exactly the right place, as if that Pastor, and maybe even the Universe, knew what I needed far better than I did.
We closed the service by lighting candles and walking together out of the church singing Silent Night. I was surprised how warm the light of my candle felt, alarmingly warm. I felt a little message in that flame. If I stayed, maybe some answers would show up, answers that in all of my exploring I have not yet been able to find. Rather than dashing here, there, and everywhere, maybe I just needed to be still, and wait, and listen.
That’s my Christmas story this year. How did it go for you?
The image above makes me remember how much can be found through faith. Find it here.
Published by Christa Avampato
The short of it:
Writer. Health, education, and art advocate. Theater and film producer. Visual artist. Product geek. Proud alumnae of the University of Pennsylvania (BA) and the Darden School of Business at the University of Virginia (MBA). Inspired by ancient wisdom & modern tech. Proliferator of goodness. Opener of doors. Friend to animals. Fan of creative work in all its wondrous forms. I use my business skills to create passion projects that build a better world. I’ve been called the happiest New Yorker, and I try hard to live up to that title every day.
The long of it:
My career has stretched across Capitol Hill, Broadway theatre, education, nonprofit fundraising, health and wellness, and Fortune 500 companies in retail, media, entertainment, technology, and financial services. I’ve been a product developer and product manager, theater manager, strategic consultant, marketer, voice over artist, , teacher, and fundraiser. I use my business and storytelling to support and sustain passion projects that build a better world. In every experience, I’ve used my sense of and respect for elegant design to develop meaningful products, services, programs, and events.
While building a business career, I also built a strong portfolio as a journalist, novelist, freelance writer, interviewer, presenter, and public speaker. My writing has appeared in The Washington Post, The Huffington Post, PBS.org, Boston.com, Royal Media Partners publications, and The Motley Fool on a wide range of topics including business, technology, science, health, education, culture, and lifestyle. I have also been an invited speaker at SXSW, Teach for America, Avon headquarters, Games for Change, NYU, Columbia University, Hunter College, and the Alzheimer’s Foundation of America. The first book in my young adult book series, Emerson Page and Where the Light Enters, was acquired by a publisher and launched in November 2017. I’m currently working on the second book in the series.
A recovering multi-tasker, I’m equally at home in front of my Mac, on my yoga mat, walking my rescue dog, Phineas, traveling with a purpose, or practicing the high-art of people watching. I also cut up small bits of paper and put them back together as a collage artist.
My company:
I’m bringing together all of my business and creative career paths as the Founder of Double or Nothing Media:
• I craft products, programs, and projects that make a difference;
• I build the business plans that make what I craft financially sustainable;
• I tell the stories that matter about the people, places, and products that inspire me.
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My faith has morphed over the years. I was raised Catholic, thought for a bit about being a Unitarian and a Buddhist, and then through yoga thought that Hinduism may be a possibility. Finally, I happily settled on being interested in religion and calling myself spiritual without affiliation. 
Christa Avampato 
I wasn’t sure I would post a comment here – for to do so would require I admit I too have felt lost – estranged from my faith. For a long time many years ago I walked away – and though I don’t distinctly remember why or under what circumstances I returned, I do remember it was Easter time, and I also found an insightful clergy who welcomed without criticism, ushering me into a new perspective on my faith. I realized a lot was about being disappointed in some people who professed to be religious and practiced otherwise and then I decided, for me, the answer was to read more and look at the tenants of believing in “someone or something higher than myself” irrespective of what name put on the organization, or whomever else was there. Religion, I believe, is highly personal. I am finally content. I am happy inside. I can pray from my heart. I am not worried about ritual per se, though I participate in ritual to a certain extent, and the set of beliefs I profess are mine alone within the context of religion that is accepting and supportive, that I can truthfully say however I act is based on my beliefs massaged and altered over time to reflect what I can accept as the right way to live, to live less judgementally and hopefully find my way through life itself.
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Dear Christa,
I loved your post! I, too, was raised Catholic and fell away from faith. A wonderful church in Cincinnati drew me in in such a warm, loving and accepting way, that I realized that is where I was called to be. It was awesome. I will keep you in my prayers, friend.
Love,
Jessie
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Christa,
I felt happy for you after reading this story.
You went on a spiritual pilgrimage of sorts, against the odds.
I think if we could only learn to set our religious ideas aside, it is perhaps enough just to have a spiritual quest.
You know what I mean?
That leaves you open to possibilities, such as having an interfaith dialogue, visiting Hindu temples, Sikh gurudwaras, Christian churches, Buddhist stupas, etc.
I think such places have a hold on people and by praying and worshipping with them or even meditating with them, well, you feel connected to something whole that is greater than you. It can be a daunting task but a great feeling.
What say? Cheers to your life. Have a nice day.
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Thanks, Archan. It was cool to feel so open to hearing a new message. And the fact that it was a surprise to me gave it even more punch. And you’re absolutely right – great and daunting all at once, which is the type of journey I love the most.
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