I Believe In My Religion

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As a child I was always taught that we were alive because God decided to give us life and because he did we owed everything to Him. However as I got older and started to think for myself, I began to loose faith in my religion and realized that I would be better off without it. I have no explicit feelings with the lack of faith I have; my faithlessness actually pushes me to do things beyond my limits. I see it as if there isn't a place to go after I die then why not do everything I want and because I have everything to live for and nothing to die for. The first time I questioned my faith was when my grandma died when I was eight. I can vividly remember my mom breaking down and pleading with God to bring her back. I was sat in my room with my brother thinking how unfair the situation was. At one point I asked him if my grandma would ever come back and his answer both angered and frightened me. At that moment, I started growing a hatred toward God. …show more content…

I tried hard to keep my faith. I studied and went to church with my dad every Sunday. Then one day, a friend whom I got to know during mass showed me the Book of Job. Reading the story added to my dislike. After a series of events evidently pushed me to relinquish my religion. It started off with my dad getting extremely sick, then my grandpa died and finally my mother's heat attack. I viewed her almost dying as God trying to punish me for no reason. During her recovery, I decided that there was no one looking out for us and if there was then we are only a game to them; I wasn't going to play or be part of

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