From Anonymous:
I was raised a christian child in a christian family and I didn't much question anything that I was taught. As I grew older, but before I became a teenager, I kept on reviewing my beliefs until eventually I had stopped believing in heavin, hell, God, and Jesus as our savior. I still contiued to consider myself a christian, but found myself cringing at the sermons given in church and not enjoying myself at church at all. I started to realize that I did not believe in any core Christian beliefs and that what I believed could not be called Christian. I lived in fear that my parents would find out about my lack of religious conviction, and I spent many nights stressing about it. One day I finally decided to stand up for myself and my beliefs and to stop the percieved oppression. I told my parents and stopped going to church and I've been happy and spiritually fulfilled ever since.




1 comments:
I wonder what else was going on...
I can relate, although Jesus chased me down in my twenties.
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