Religion Is A Sensitive Subject For Me

Since I was born, I have lived in a religious household, gone through catholic education, and have been bred by the morals, attitude, and rules of a Roman Catholic lifestyle. This was not my choice, but how I was raised. These ways have shaped who I have become, and who I will grow to be. Although my catholic experience has been bad at times, it has formed who I am as a person and has been a guideline for the life I would like to live.

As a child, I grew up going to Catholic School, from Kindergarten, until eighth grade. My mother thought private school was best for my brother and I, as there’s a misconception that since you’re paying a tuition, the education is better. My mother was also Catholic at the time, so she was more comfortable with us growing up being taught religion, which should inevitably cause us to be Christians and believe in God. Years went by of me being educated on religion, and by the age of twelve, I felt guilty that I couldn’t process or accept the idea of there being a God. I came to this reality due to the fact that I didn’t feel the connection to God that our teachers taught us we should have; I didn’t feel loved by an alternate being, I felt alone, and I didn’t grasp how such a thing could be possible.

In the early 1500s, religious tension grew under the reign of King Henry VIII. England, Scotland, and Ireland intensified in their differences. Scotland was staunchly Calvinist, while Ireland was radically Catholic. England was strongly Catholic, however, it contained a large protestant minority. Henry VIII invoked political, religious, and economic strife when he separated from the Roman Catholic Church, commenced the dissolution of the monasteries, and appointed Thomas Cromwell to maintain order. Although the administrative and oppressive ruler, Henry VIII, and his aristocratic supporters may deny the harmful and corrupt impacts of these aforementioned decisions, the government was clearly guilty of being inept at providing security, abandoning

Most of my family comes from Mexico and only recently, about 25 years ago, have they decided to come to America. The migration to a different country has changed the religious views of many of my family members in various ways. My family members never expected that this move would change their religious views.

This is gross to God. Professor Russell Dykstra writes in a Standard Bearer that, “Divorce is ugly.” “It’s when one home becomes two”...”at enmity with each other.” Marriage is meant to be a bond of friendship forever. Marriage is a picture of Christ and His church. This picture is getting ruined by the world when parents divorce. This sin of divorce is progressing quickly and it is causing other problems as well. The “two families are at enmity with each other” is said once again by Prof. Dykstra. They absolutely hate each other. This is very complicated for a child to live through. Prof. Dykstra speaks of Elizabeth Marquardt who is the author of a published book called Between Two Worlds in which she explains the hardships of living in a home with divorced parents (Marriage Divorce 2). She says in her book that children living in these kinds of homes are living a difficult life. Children have to learn two different ways of living. One parent expects this and that from the child while the other parent has different expectations. One of the biggest things a Christian, who is in the midst of a divorce, faces is that of his or her belief. The cause of divorcement in the church is that of beliefs most often. The parents do not agree on what they believe so they figure they can’t live together. Without a say, the child is forced to believe a certain belief while at one house while another belief at the other house. The confusement that must be going through this child’s head is almost unimaginable. So for this child, the only way to escape this mess in his or her life they runaway.

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

Since we are children we are told what religion we practice or should be influenced by , but when did we truly get an option to explore and learn our own faith? I have and extended diversity, when it comes to different cultures, religions, and even personalities. Both of my parents claim to be catholic but we never really practiced our religion. I wasn't knowledgeable of catholicism or the bible, i just knew there was a God. That changed for me when i was ten years old. My little sister almost didn't make it at birth, reason being is that her heart wasn't completely formed. However, the doctors managed to save her life, and it was the happiest yet scariest moments for me and still is, but the dread doesn't stop there. I spent most of my childhood in

As a child I was forced into a religion I knew absolutely nothing about. My mother woke me up early every Sunday and got me ready for mass. I hated it. I didn’t comprehend why I was being forced to attend and listen to some stranger talk for hours, about something I did not understand. This continued for a couple years until I was around 8 years old and my family became inactive. Although we became inactive, our faith still lingered and we continued to pray every night, and not leave our homes without a blessing. A couple years later I felt as if something was calling me to attend the church. I started

When I was growing up, religion was around me but I didn’t really pay too much mind to it. I would go to church rarely, a couple of times with my grandma and sometimes with my dad. My mom didn’t care about

I cannot recall being tormented or alienated as a result of my background. Some instances I recall where I did feel slighted as a result of being different stemmed from the fact that I grew up in a half-Catholic half-Atheist home. I attended Catholic pre-school and high school. Unlike my peers, my family did not require me attend church on Sundays unless I chose too (I rarely did), I was not enrolled in catechism, and I did not ever make my first communion. My family did celebrate holidays like Christmas and Easter and I understood the teachings of the Bible. As a child however, I did feel odd when speaking with my friends about Sunday school because it was not something I had experienced. I feared if my friends knew my secret they would think less of me. Therefore I played along with them and only told my closest friends the truth. As a child I recall not understanding why we were different, and thinking it would be better if we just did as everyone else was doing. I do however; admire my parent’s resolve as an adult. I am certain they received a fair amount of criticism from family and friends based on their decision. This taught me the importance of sticking to your own ideals and values in lieu of doing what others believe is best for

I have to admit that growing up was sometimes mystifying or even confusing, as you will see. I was baptized into the Ethiopian Orthodox Church, per request of my maternal grandmother, but when I attended mass at my father's Roman Catholic Church, I wasn't allowed to receive communion. I stood up to follow my dad down the aisle of the church, just as I followed my mom to receive Qurban (Amharic for "communion" in the Ethiopian Orthodox Church). But, my older brother grabbed my arm and whispered, "We don't do that here." I proceeded to ask him why and he nonchalantly shrugged his shoulders. I taxed my mind searching for a logical reason behind his answer, but I couldn't find one. Although I was puzzled for a moment, I was soon comforted by my favorite deacon's sermon on "Loving Thy Neighbor." It never occurred to me that any two components of who I am could clash. In my home, differences were always celebrated and accommodated, but at church, they seemed

Religion never crept its way into my life like it has for others, i was never indoctrinated into the cult of religion not out of my own choice but because of the choice of my mother and father. Even though children have the freedom of choice to not believe in a deity it can be more difficult than putting a giraffe through the eye of a needle to not accept religion when your parents are so religious and they ram it down your throat until you can't breath anymore and promise the idea of you burning in hell as a threat even though pascal's wager is ridiculous and illogical but it still makes it so hard to not accept god not even out of fear of “god” but from the very real punishment of your parents.I however was given a choice and my parents never

In my parent’s eyes, I was born Catholic. When my sister and I were younger, we would wake up at six o’clock on Sundays and walk into church bleary eyed donning matching pink checkered dresses and snacks. I did not see myself as devout. I did not see myself as Catholic. Church was simply a routine. It was as normal as going to school. There is a clear memory of me stuffing a box of bandaids in my backpack one Sunday evening after listening to the Father recite the story of the Good Samaritan.

My family would never discuss other religions in a serious manner. Whenever my mother would discuss other religions it was always in a negative light. She would point out flaws or ideas she thought were wrong

What religion am I? In my life, I have been told many things about my religion. My mother is a Roman Catholic, while my father is Jewish. I have learned about both religions, and I have tried to practice both as best I could, but I am now faced with the decision; which one am I?