Funny thing is I have always felt that in my earlier years I was both more Christian than my family and less so at the same time. I remember very distinctly at the Calvary Lutherin Church in Lake Arrowhead, CA at age 4 when the Priest was telling about the story of the virgin Mary. I remember thinking "That's stupid, a woman can't have a baby without a man."
I just remember being jaded about it from the very beginning. I felt like that God was this invisible being that was watching me, marking off tallies on a big chalkboard for whenever I did bad things like swear or lie to my dad or grandmother. Then I got older and I remember being at a book store, looking at all different religions. Buddhism, Judaism, Muslim...all sorts of things. As I read more into them, I found what I believed and what I didn't believe. I believed that Jesus lived at one point, but I don't believe he was the son of God in the sense that he was--I believe we are all sons and daughters of that which we call God. Honestly, I think that Mother is the name for God on the lips and hearts of all children everywhere. And then I found Wicca.
It was the book Making Magick by Edain McCoy. I'll never forget looking at it and picking it up. I read three pages and bought it right there. It was nine days before my thirteenth birthday(coincidence? I think not), and I read and read and read. Finally, I found something. Finally, my beliefs had a name. That is, I had always known what I was and what I had believed, but I had no idea that other people believed it too--and I had no idea that it had its on name.
I feel I have, in a way, gone from Christianity to Wicca because of the inconsistencies, the people that I wish not to associate with...but I just think that what made me make the official switch was that I never felt Christianity in my heart. I didn't even feel right calling myself a Christian or a Catholic. I grew up with Catholocism, sure, but I never connected to it. I just felt like Church was a place for telling boring old stories, not for feeling the grace and power of God.
So what I'm trying to say is that I moved from Christianity to Wicca because I was never Christian in the first place, and I didn't want to be lying to myself or my family anymore. I moved because I knew now that my beliefs had a name. I knew now that it was okay to believe and know what I believed and knew. I moved because I felt the God and the Goddess in my heart. I felt the Earth moving and pulsing, I heard the wind whispering my name and running its fingers through my hair.
"If it's not real you can't hold in in your hand, or feel it with your heart, and I won't believe it."
It's a lyric from the song "Brick by Boring Brick" by Paramore. I never felt Christianity with my heart. But my heart has always been Wiccan.