Christian Vs. Christian Home

I am a naturally pessimistic person, I look at the state of the world with contempt, being able to see good through all the hate has been imperative for me to continue pushing through my life. I need someone or something to guide me and teach me right from wrong. If I was not raised Christian I would have turned to drugs or self-harm, which were both extremely prevalent in my school system. There were people who I knew that would go out at night to vandalize property or break the law for the thrill, all while wearing a neckless with a cross on it. If I had not been educated properly, I would have grown up despising Christians for their hypocritical nature. The foundations for what I believe are inherited from my parents who are both Christian and brought me to church every day. I do think that my religion is my personal choice though. My parents have always said that they would support me no matter what I do in life, even if I were to lose faith in God. I was never pressured to be Christian, but I found truth to the teachings of the church, it was the one place that I felt completely at

In the beginning I understood my Christin faith as an academic. I did as I was told, I read my bible, and I followed the Ten Commandments as any teenager does; when it suited me. I wasn’t a horrible teenager, I was raised in a small farm community that really didn’t understand someone with a vole at the end of their name, or someone who wanted to walk to the library and read rather than hang out on the steps of the malt shop/gas station. My formative years were the 1960’s. There was so much conflict and rebellion and hatred. By the time I graduated and was supposed to go out and make my way I was thoroughly confused with and rebellious. Problem was I wasn’t sure what I was rebelling against; the “rebel without a clue.” But, in the end I wound up being a successful trial attorney; I even ran for Congress! I became a Master of the Universe; I was a Goddess that walked on the earth. I believed that God already had enough on his plate, wars, famine, disease, atrocities; why should I plague Him further? After all, the Bible says: “God

In recent days I had the opportunity to go back to North Carolina for a few short days. There, with a heavy heart from a loss in the family, I had nothing else to look towards. I’ve always heard of individuals finding peace, faith, blessings, and love of Christ from attending church. I’ve never been a person who put their faith into a higher power. As I was growing up my parents never wanted to force me into any religion without me knowing everything about it and choosing which route to take on my own. As the years treaded on, I never bothered myself to learn about the many different religions and what each stands for. So I used this opportunity as mine to attend church for the very first time. I attended the Roman Catholic services held

As I grew older I have also encountered a couple of problems, which are making me in a way drift away more from my religion. One of them being is always being busy; going to college from Monday-Friday and studying and on weekends I work. Weekends, specifically Sunday’s are when we are supposed to go to church but I work I have not been there in a while. Yes I still consider myself Catholic but I do not practice it maybe as I grow older, life will lead me back to my

Ever since I was a little girl, my family always pushed Christianity. We would all go to church every Sunday and every big holiday, like Easter or Christmas. All of the grandchildren, including me, had to be in the holiday plays, where we would sing and dance for the whole church. We also were all in the choir, we had practice every Saturday, so that we could sing that Sunday. During the service, when I was younger, I would fall asleep to the preacher preaching. Once I turned 9, I couldn’t do that anymore. It was seen as disrespectful because I was old enough to stay awake during church. I always struggled to stay awake while the preacher preached. As my cousins and I grew older, we started going to church less and less, while the adults still pushed the idea.

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In addition, I also grew up with different types of Christians customs. I adopted and mixed both Christian and Seventh Day Adventist customs. For example, I grow up in SDA tradition belief that we should not eat pork and sea foods (shrimps, crabs, etc.). Sadly, my dad disagree with this idea and believe that there is nothing wrong in eating pork and sea foods. Almost every day, my parents would always get into an arguments because of their different beliefs. My dad wanted me and my siblings to follow him and become a Christian like him and so does my mom. She wanted us to follow her and become SDA believer. Living in a family that has different types of religions is really tiring and complicated. The tiredness and frustration that I experienced sometimes made me hope and wish that religions should not even exist at all. Then I came to a realization that it will never be that case, for sins has separated humans and God in the beginning. Growing up in this complicated spiritual beliefs, as a child make me decided to just consider myself as a normal

After attending several different denominational churches being raised, I soon stopped attending churches except for an occasional special program. I entered the military, attended several worship services and got nowhere. I did go to church but it was sporadic for several years then not at all. I did get married in the church I attended most being raised and that was all, I went back one more time then stopped attending at all. I was active duty military (1 1/2 years) and was being shipped to South East Asia, got married and then left for a year. When I returned from South East Asia I only attended church maybe 10 or 12 times in following 25 years. Nothing interested me and I had no desire to listen to something I had no understanding of or

Growing up in a Christian

Growing up, my parents never talked about God, or church, or Christianity. I did not know who God was, nor did I know anything about Christianity. I did know, that all of my friends believed in this so called ‘God” and would go to church every Sunday, and identified themselves as Christian. I did not know what any of this meant, but at first I acted like I did, so that I wouldn’t be seen as different.

My first real experience with religion was in a little Baptist church in Newport. This was the kind of church that would make any kid put religion into a box. There were no instruments during music, when people were baptized the preacher was in the water, they even had the stereotypical "holier than thou" attitude. I was the only child there and frankly I did not want to be. Needless to say this influenced me in the future to assume that religion is boring and pointless. Really I was just to young to understand, however throughout my childhood I always had "faith" because my parents had faith. Fast forward a few years and I no longer regularly went to church. With my attendance to middle school and the birth of my younger sibling my parents

I first have to say that though I identify as a Christian I am not a big advocate in the religion itself. This stance comes from various experiences that I have had and/or witnessed happen in the church. I do know some preacher’ kids that stay in the church when they are older but there are a few that leave. The reason this may be, or at least it’s the reason for me, is that what is taught in the church isn’t practiceded by the people of the church. Because of this I have taken a step back from religion and I feel like this has allowed me a new look on life, myself and religions in

I’ve never felt truly attracted to any one religion before. Through all my hours of studying and researching I realized I needed to look more within myself to find what I spiritually and religiously need. I’ve come to the conclusion that I just don’t have one that fits me, or at least I haven’t found it yet. Growing up my parents made sure I was raised non-religious so I would be able to choose something that was for myself and not just because it was what I was raised into. Since majority of my family I lived around were Baptist I did end up learning the basics of the Bible and church even though I never attended. Even while reading the stories and scriptures I never found them to be special the way other kids around me did. To me they were just great stories and quotes to read and live by if you choose to or learn from even. As

As I reflect on the “Who Are You? Document” and my Self-Knowledge Survey, I cannot help but think about my past and all things that have led me to this point. I was raised in a very religious household. My father was a pastor and we spent most of our time at church or in bible studies. When I was much younger, this excited me. I greatly enjoyed being a part of the worship services, praying before meals, and our religious traditions around the holidays. My parents protected me from the realities associated with life outside of the church, but as I grew older, I would acquire small tastes of the realities of life outside of religion and over time, I grew bitter at my family for “protecting” me from things that my religion taught were bad, but

Growing up I always lived in a religious household. We always prayed before we ate, prayed before we went to bed, and always went to church on Sunday and Wednesday night. While I never questioned these actions and never tried to rebel against them, I still didn’t understand the importance of them either. I was merely walking in my parents footsteps, doing what my parents told me, singing along to the children’s songs in Sunday school, gave a tithing of my allowance every Sunday, but my life was void of the real meanings of my actions. This went on for years. Because I had not yet read through the Bible to understand why these actions had any meaning, they were just things I did all the time and I thought that was normal and that was what it meant to be a Christian.