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Every Sunday. Stares and disappointment. I sat with my grandmother at this big church. People would stare when they realized I didn't know the prayers or songs. I was trying to learn more about religion why did I feel so scared? Am I going to find where I belong? Will I have enough time? These are questions I sometimes have to ask myself. When I was little I explored many religions but now that i'm older I am frightened about faith. My whole family has always tried to introduce me to all kinds of different religions. I have a split family. My mom, dad, and grandparents have different religions. I felt out of place at these different churches. I felt as if people knew I was different and knew that I didn't completely have a religion. It scared …show more content…
me because I wanted to be like them and know where I belong. Furthermore, my grandparents on both sides of the family tried to teach me how to pray. There were so many choices. I could say the same prayer each night. I could pray for something specific in life. I could even just use hand signals to represent a prayer. It was too much for me to handle at that age. I became very stressed out and had to make sure that I prayed for everything. If I ended up forgetting to pray about one tiny thing than it would stress me out the whole day. The one thing that still frightens me to this day is the consequences within a religion. Yet again more things to choose to believe. I always tried to be a perfect kid and that is one of the reasons why I was so sensitive. I needed to know what I believe in so I could know where I would be going when all of this was over. Once I grew out of the age of exploring every religion I began to practice and learn more about specific religions. I felt like sticking to one at a time would help me find my true calling. I ended up becoming very disappointed when some prayers weren't answered. I always would ask for the smallest sign because I would end up doubting the religion I was. Eventually I started asking my grandparents the basic questions that they couldn’t answer completely. “Why do bad things happen to good people?” or “How exactly did one being do this?”. My grandparents ended up getting frustrated but I didn't mean for that to happen at all. I was always a curious child and wanted to know answers to everything. Also I always got the feeling that my family and even strangers would frown down on me. Almost like they knew what was going on in my head with all the questions and doubts. When I grew older I realized that the more I knew about a religion, the more I questioned it.
This is when my fear started to come out in front of my eyes. All the doubts and questions led to me not having a religion. I became very frightened. People just assume that if you don’t believe in anything you're an atheist. But that’s not true at all. What some individuals don't realize is that you're not an atheist but maybe you're still searching for answers. I didn't want this god or whoever to hate me. I didn't want to end up having to experience one of the consequences my family told me about. This didn’t stop my search but I was held back lots of times. I never completely agreed with any of the religions that I learned. If the religion was against something like homosexuals than I would get aggravated. One religion that I learned about was even against celebrating small holiday’s like birthday’s. I just couldn't completely agree. I thought that you had to completely agree with a religion to become it. Since I didn’t have a religion the afterlife started scaring more than anything else. I wondered if I would go to hell, get reincarnated, or it may just be like sleep. This is one thing that scares me up to this day. I want to know what happens in the afterlife. I want to be
fearless. Lastly, I have learned to accept the world how it is. Now I know that I can accept myself for being scared and over all I am only human. Every now and than I do get scared but not as much as I used to. I still get a little scared when people bring up the afterlife. I just tell myself that I will be okay. I know that I still have unanswered questions but I need to accept that too. Furthermore, I tend to not think as much of religion. I try to just focus on me and how I can better myself as a person. Even if it is without a religion. Just living a happy life is the way I have to go or else I will go crazy. I know that I will eventually find where I belong. In conclusion, obviously religion scares me. I am scared of being proven wrong and even more scared about the afterlife. I was very clueless as a child. Now I am packed with almost too much information. The search still continues to this day.
I have attended a Christian church my whole life. While I have attended various denominations, I have always considered myself to be non-denominational, not favoring one over the other. The only other churches I have ever attended were Catholic; I have had other family members practice this faith and so have always been a guest with them if I have gone and had the services feel fairly familiar. When we were given the project to go and attend a different religion’s church I wasn’t sure what to expect. I decided to attend a Jewish church since Judaism and Christianity believe some of the same fundamentals but are still separated, I thought it would be a good way to learn more about the church as well as be able to relate better to anyone I know who practices Judaism. Also this taught me what it feels like for someone who does not have any experience in church.
I did not have a religious upbringing, excluding the few half-hearted attempts at taking my sister and I to church and the local church preschool, my parents largely left us to ourselves when it came to religion. My preschool experience was soured by the concerned teachers who wrongly assumed that I was drawing devils on my papers, when in fact, they were obviously vampires. My grandma cried when my parents did not baptize me, and my grandpa has called more than once, worried that I did not “know Jesus.” Regardless, religion has always been an interest of mine, probably because it is something so foreign and unknown. I have been to plenty of church services with friends after sleep overs, Catholic, Baptist, Methodist, even one of those churches that speak in tongues. My parents never let me stay over there again. In “The Year of Living Biblically,” by Jacobs, a similarly agnostic man, attempts to gain some sort of insight by living a year of his life according to the Bible. He
I still, to this day, do battle with the imaginary demons that were placed in my head as a child. My feelings of being unworthy sometimes surface, but more often than not I feel confident and free following my heart. I feel that God would much rather have me happy and spreading happiness than miserable and spreading misery. Christianity to me these days is just another institution set up by those few who want to take advantage and control the weak and tired majority. I can no longer live in fear, so I must stand up and refuse to listen to anyone claiming to know what’s best for me. My heart is my only true guide.
As far as mankind’s history can date, religion has had quite an intimate relationship with people. Although maybe it hasn’t always been identified in the same way as we identify religion today, spread across the world we have the remains of pyramids, temples, and even written in ancient texts from centuries ago dedicated to god, to the afterlife, to what lies on the other side. And up to today’s times, religion has grown along with man.
Again I was raised neutrally with religion. As a family we didn't attend church. My grandparents are all Jehovah's Witness's, although both my father and mother ended up being disfellowshipped from the congregation. Since not having any religious influence being taught to me, I was open to explore different religions for myself. I learned about several different religions. I know now that I am a Spiritualist, rather than Christian.
Growing up in two places was always had for me. My main life in Iowa had my close friends, my school, and my mothers side of the family, but in Ohio I have have all of my fathers side of my family. Every one out there in Ohio are very strict with religion, they go to church every Saturday for 8 hours each time. I’ve always been interested in my religion, but Iowa has no temples to go too so i have never been very religious. I started to go through a very hard time in my life and had no clue how to coupe with my problems. Eventually the stress became way too much to handle and i soon became desperate for help. I had tried very thing from seeing a therapist to trying to distract myself but nothing got better. I was in a very dark place in my life and had no one to talk
First off, thank you Joshua for sharing your story about your first church experience. Mine may have been the same if so many of my family were not active members of the small Presbyterian church in Virginia I was raised in. I remember that my mother stopped going when I was still fairly young; it was not until I was an adult that I learned it was because she was not comfortable: she felt many members were very judgmental, and not in a biblical way. I moved to North Carolina as a young adult, but I did visit this church one Sunday a few years ago. The small sanctuary was not even 1/3 full and most of the people were quite old, adults that I remembered from my childhood (I’m 56), with very few younger adults. Almost
The older I got, with a more open mind, and higher maturity stand point, I became fully acquaintance with the Lord my freshman year of college. I standing regularly attending mass at Lifestream Journey Church in Norman, Oklahoma. There I was surrounded by a distinct college aged community who came predominately as a release of their burdens and dedicate their time to worshipping God. Growing up Catholic, I was really shocked and felt out of place going to a contemporary Non-Denominational Christian service. Soon, I began associating myself as a Non-Dem Christian as well believing that I did not find a need to separate myself any longer from different believers of
Trying to decide what religious service to attend was hard. The U.S. is a religiously diverse country where people can practice any faith freely. I started doing some research and found a Jewish synagogue nearby, about 4 miles away from where I live so decided that was the place I wanted to go. I wrote an email to the administration of the church to see if I was welcome to attend, if they were open to strangers. Later that day I received a very positive response from the Rabbi saying that I was welcome to attend
When I was nine years old, my family and I attended church every Sunday and Wednesday. The church we went to was a non-denominational organization so it wasn't a very popular religion, but somehow we still managed to find it. This church gathering was held in the home of an older woman, and twice a week fifteen people would arrive for a bible study, or what they called "meetings." Many people around the world also practiced this religion so, as strange as it might seem, we weren't the only participants. However, behind its quaint facade, this religion ultimately caused me to become less religious today.
During this period I have my first memories of organized religion. At least once a year my dad would take me to go visit my paternal grandparents in Texas. They were devout Christians
I was brought up in a Christian home. I attended church every Sunday at India Hook United Methodist Church starting when I was two weeks old. I still attend the same church. As I got older, around middle school, my parents stopped going to church as frequently so I did too. Throughout middle school I was very weak in my faith. I didn’t really know much about Christianity, despite being in church since infancy. I started going to church camps over the summer towards the end of middle school. At Summer Lake Junaluska MYP 2013 I found salvation in Jesus Christ. I was sitting there listening to the band, This is Luke, play. All of a sudden I felt God’s presents and I immediately started crying. That is also
The way my mother and brother treated me made me feel stupid and I questioned where I belonged. My parents were considered Catholics but it was more for show than depth of being in a relationship with a loving God. My grandmother would take me to church if I had questions but then my mother would yell at her for taking me to church too much. “The main difference between “religion” and “relationship” is our approach or attitude.” (Wilhite, 2013, p. 21) Though my parents baptized me when I was a baby, they never discussed their faith with me, and I never really knew who Jesus really was until I was 23. “He is the only one who can separate the true from the false; he alone can purify the motives of the heart.”(Foster, 2001, p. 87) I always thought that my family was just like everyone else’s but then I met a girl in kindergarten who changed my
I was born on November 11th, 1999 into a christian family and raised as one for the very first 11 years of my life on this beautiful earth. Being in church gave me a faith that I can never let go. Why can I never let go of it? Because it is my culture inheritance , it’s the way I was raised and it is something I can't or even want to change. Going to church was something I never quite understood until I was older. I thought it was just like school to me, it was something that I never questioned. What I do remember and understand was every morning and night I was taught to bow on my knees on the side of my bed and give thanks to the lord for another day of life.
The beginning of my faith journey can be described as rocky, at best. Each Sunday morning my dad would stay home just so that he could catch every possible second of Sunday football coverage. I wasn't even exactly sure who God was; my mom just told me I had to go to church "'cause I said so." This upset me, especially as a child. Furthermore, the example that my father set for me was far beyond comprehension. Who was he to tell me to go to church when he didn't even go himself? For a long time, I lost trust in my parents because I was being led on so many different paths.