IN REFERENCE TO THE DP CHALLENGE ON THE ROLE OF FAITH IN MY LIFE– I actually just blogged about this twice fairly recently, so I’m just gonna reblog my own post.
When I was fifteen, I told my dad I didn’t want to go to church anymore. I very calmly explained to him that it wasn’t right for me at that time in my life. I never wanted to believe just because I was afraid not to, or because I was afraid of death. (And believe me, I am afraid of death.) I told him maybe one day– when I was ready– I would come back to the Church. I tried to explain my well-thought-out reasoning to him maturely…
And then I told him if he tried to make me go, I’d stop coming to his house for visits on weekends.
Needless to say, I didn’t have to go to church anymore. Maybe he understood…maybe I broke his heart a little. But since that time I have been searching, in my own way, for the answers.
For some people it’s simple…
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