Christian University

Why I Don’t Want to Go to a Christian University Anymore

I don’t want to go to school anymore at a Christian university because the information taught isn’t the best. Not for me. Not for where I am right now.

I remember the rise of Christian evangelism. I watched it. I lived through it. The TV preachers, the politics, the way faith got packaged and sold. To me, all that is not a well-rounded perspective on things. It feels narrow. It feels like putting God in a box when He’s too big for any box we build.

I believe in more of a personal relationship to God minus the church. The building, the hierarchy, the “this is the only way” talks — I’ve outgrown that. I lean to other religions to teach me about understanding others that believe differently in things that I may not understand. Buddhism taught me stillness. Islam taught me discipline in prayer. Judaism taught me the weight of covenant. I don’t have to agree with every doctrine to respect the person. And I don’t think God is offended when I learn.

I don’t agree with the Trinity. I agree that God is so powerful that we can’t really describe how big God is. Maybe I’m wrong, but maybe people’s beliefs are wrong and actually no one is right — even if you have studied religion or you’re a pastor. Degrees don’t equal access. Seminary doesn’t mean you’ve seen His face.

So I’m at a place of doing what is right, praying to God, and living my life the way God wants me to live. It means yes, I sin. But I try to correct those errors and live a better life. That’s my theology now: correction, not condemnation. Growth, not guilt.

My whole life changed when I went into a jail cell and my whole life flashed before my eyes. Everything I did came to light. Every choice, every excuse, every person I hurt and every time I was hurt. In that cell, with the door shut and the noise gone, I heard Him. Not a preacher. Not a professor. Him. I felt this sudden urge to be baptized in Salem after that ordeal. So I did. Water on my head, past behind me, no choir required.

I think from 2023 until now I have grown so much strength in myself and my ability to rise from situations. School was part of that. But a Christian university that teaches one lens, one interpretation, one approved version of God — that’s not helping me rise anymore. It’s holding me still.

I want education that expands. I want to read the Bible and the Quran and still talk to God like He’s sitting at my kitchen table. Because He is.

I don’t need a classroom to tell me who He is when I’ve met Him in a cell. I don’t need a grade to prove I’m His when I’m already baptized. I don’t need a diploma in theology when my life is the testimony.

So I’m stepping back from that kind of school. Not from learning. Not from God. Just from systems that forgot how big He is.