Personal Narrative: Christianity, And Christianity

I grew up going to Church with family and friends until I was around the age of 8 when my parents just stopped going as much and eventually it came to a halt. I honestly don’t believe that I really knew anything about God besides that I believed in him because my parents did. As I grew older and got involved in heavy drinking to a point of no self-control and doing things I would regret when sober I began to hate myself with a deep passion. I didn’t know why I would do the things I did and continue to make the same mistakes even after I felt the gut wrenching feeling the following day. It was when I was older that I found out about a friend of the family molesting me as a child and everything just made more sense as to why I was so overly sexual and

Growing up I was always told religion was false and that I was above my friends who were Christians because I believed in science. My mom was raised by Catholics, but when she graduated High School, she vowed to never be religious again. My father enjoyed feeling more elite over the “religious plebeians” that worked for him. I remember having an argument with Victoria Henderson in 3rd grade because I believed in The Big Bang and she was a creationist. Everyone took Victoria’s side, and I learned it was better to just not talk about religion. In high school, I began reaching out of my comfort zone, and also questioning what my parents had ingrained on me as a person. My first religious experience was dating a boy named Luis who was Catholic, as my mother was raised. He was only allowed to date Catholic girls, so I

To begin, this is my worldview and how I view the world. I do not believe in labels because it hinders a person from their full capability. I do believe in the understanding a person not just by their appearance but by who they are personally and behavior. Anyone can appear appealing and charismatic, but only a true follower of Christ has like a special glow about them, which is rare in my world. I have learned that it does not matter what denomination, ethnicity or upbringing a person comes from as long as they know The Gospel of Jesus Christ. Jesus has done miraculous things in the past and in the present. Since I am on this Earth until I either die an earthly death or Jesus comes back, I try to live my life to the fullest.

I think I always knew that my beliefs were not actually my beliefs, but I always told myself otherwise. I didn’t want to be the lone person in the family who didn’t believe in God. I was afraid of being looked down upon, since everyone I knew followed these stories and loved to do so.

I became a Christian in 1982 while in high school. I had never attended church prior to Easter 1982. I found something interesting in the whole of the service and decided to read a Bible. The Bible made some sense to me. I had a few questions about some of the stuff that had happened and was given Evidence that Demands a Verdict by Josh McDowell. Well that answered most of my questions. I was also given Mere Christianity which answered more questions. I felt convicted by the Holy Spirit and asked G-d to come into my life and forgive me of my sins.

Life. My life rests in the glory of Your son. As it sets behind the distant trees across the lake, You spill Your love over me in the brilliance of the sunset. Reds, pinks, blues, oranges, and purples blend to create a sight beyond my human imagination. Streaks of color illuminate the sky above me and reflect in the lake's still waters. A rugged cross stands with such strength in front of the sunset in remembrance of the One who died to grant us such beauties. Here is where I fell in love with life. Here is where I fell in love with You.

When it comes to my worldview, I feel pretty confident in what I know and what I stand for. I grew up in a Christian home, therefore I have been pretty consistent on what I believe in for my whole life. Some of the preceding questions really made me think though about what I really believe and how I am actually living. Although I know what my worldview is, it is not always easy to make sure that I am fully living it out.

I was raised as a Roman Catholic. This meant waking up early on weekends, going to church every Sunday and the days of obligation, and attending catechism, no matter how much I protested. It also meant being unhappy. I detested most of the rules. I did not believe in an almighty God that could give me free will, but wanted to limit my actions. I also could not stand to believe in someone who could kill one of my best friends and continue the world like nothing had happened. All I wanted was to be able to live, not just survive. Six months after I was confirmed, I stopped going to church. After that I did not know what to believe. God was supposed to be watching over me. Instead, I felt He had forgotten my name.

Before we get into the book, I just want to get something off my mind. I believe in Jesus. I do. But if the first chapter is about how the demons were throwing objects across the room then you lost me already. I probably believe Hillary Clinton’s excuse for deleting the 33000 emails more than whatever this is. You’re telling me that there are demons that throw things around yet now in 21st century where everybody owns an iphone or a samsung galaxy nobody has an actual video proof of anything? Please, you can be better than this.

From a very young age I was brought up around religion. I would go to Sunday school every day, church camps and I also never attended a public school, all private religious school. But I began to become confused very quickly as the actions of my parents began to prove otherwise.

As the American public reels back and forth from the winds of political posturing and fundamental change, it seems that the values of our Christian faith are continually under attack or being disregarded in the public arena. There seems to be an underlying movement to remove Christianity from the eye of the public and an assault to marginalize Christian beliefs in order to change the mind of our nation to view Christianity as an antiquated religion that has no necessary reason to be part of the public affairs of our Nation.

At an early age my parents taught me about God. For example, every night before my parents and I would go to bed, my mom said the Our Father to me. Eventually I learned it as well and we would all say it together. However, I don’t exactly remember how I learned about God, or who he was. What I do remember is what I thought about God. I thought about God as a protector of my family and loved ones. This was the image of God at the time because during the times we prayed at night my mom said things like, “God, please protect my family here on Earth and take care of my mom in Heaven with you.” From the start I believed in God as well as believe that my relatives that had passed away were up in Heaven, with Him.

Just the other night I was having a conversation with a close friend. As always after the 20 minute catch up chat, about what we are currently into and doing. We dive into a talk about school and then faith and as a clock is guaranteed to change time our conversation shifts into a long discussion about our childhoods. We exchange story after story, laughing, regretting, asking “what if”, and “what would you do”. No matter how long we laugh or ask questions, we always come to the finalized conclusion that our childhoods were crystallized in what has been termed the “christian bubble”. Now for those who are not familiar with the “christian bubble”, it is a commonly practiced form of parenting within Christian homes. Like packing a suitcase for

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A few weeks later I began Penn State, and started going to a Christian church in Happy Valley. I enjoyed finally being away from everything and everyone. And I was even more excited that I now had found Faith in Jesus, as a Christian. Since I was away at college, things started to get a little easier for me. I was so used to pretending like everything was fine and like nothing happened in my childhood. However, I did not have to pretend at school anymore. I started opening up to my adviser, and the pastor at my church. I knew it would great to have some support as transitioned from high school to college. For years I forced myself live with the secret and push myself to do well, just to find a way out of the torment. However, it was great