Keshoobako
Spoken in Pitches
First of all, Im pretty much surprised at the percentage of people in this thread that were baptized in the Catholic faith and raised by Catholic families.
Im happy to say that im 1 of the 2 people that was raised in a Baptist family. Well, Southern Baptist to be exact. Quite cheesy, not at strict, rather old fashioned. I was baptized at the age of 9 on Easter Sunday.
WHOA. I better stop myself before I go into a "testimony", because I know everyone here would hate that. Am I the only one that's been given the freedom of choice and came right back to God?
My reasoning isnt all that complicated but I can barely explain it. I was sheltered as a child until 7 when my parents divorced- that marked my first introduction into the world of sadness and evil. Before then, sadness and evil was deprivation of ice cream. Anyway...from then on, I was sheltered to a healthy extent, just like any other 2nd grader would be sheltered from pg-13 movies and T/M rated video games. But still, I was raised in a Baptist church under Baptist teaching that I went along with simply because it didnt matter to me. My mom remarried and I started going to a private school and so on and so forth. I loved/love my school, because we are taught the Bible, but it's most definitely NOT shoved down our throats. We are barely sheltered. Most of the people at my school are not Christians at all.
Im getting off topic..
When I was 14, the emotional side of this religion stuff got to me, so I decided to take it all in and experience joy for myself. And it happened. But that is not why I believe.
When I was 15, my mind was struck with a horrible anxiety disorder. Too horrible..hardly anyone can understand. It still preys on my mind to this day. I actually remember screaming at God for cracking this "boulder" on my head and yet expecting me to trust in Him because He knows what He's doing. I found that when one actually follows a few guidelines that are in the Bible, the results are beyond explanation. My anxiety is pretty much gone and done for. But still, that is not why I believe.
When I was 16, I went to so many funerals that I lost count. 2 suicides so far, lung cancer, old age..whatever! I found myself crying at my Uncle Jack's funeral because the preacher told me I had a long life ahead of me...and I couldnt believe it, even if it was true.
On the way to this thread, I examined so many other threads pertaining to God. If He doesnt exist, then why hasnt the influence died out? Why is it still here? Why can't I answer anything?
I am still trying to figure out if I can truly believe or not, but Im leaning toward God. It seems so daft and foolish to so many people. But I wasnt sheltered, Im still not sheltered, and I can think as freely as I want to.
Im happy to say that im 1 of the 2 people that was raised in a Baptist family. Well, Southern Baptist to be exact. Quite cheesy, not at strict, rather old fashioned. I was baptized at the age of 9 on Easter Sunday.
WHOA. I better stop myself before I go into a "testimony", because I know everyone here would hate that. Am I the only one that's been given the freedom of choice and came right back to God?
My reasoning isnt all that complicated but I can barely explain it. I was sheltered as a child until 7 when my parents divorced- that marked my first introduction into the world of sadness and evil. Before then, sadness and evil was deprivation of ice cream. Anyway...from then on, I was sheltered to a healthy extent, just like any other 2nd grader would be sheltered from pg-13 movies and T/M rated video games. But still, I was raised in a Baptist church under Baptist teaching that I went along with simply because it didnt matter to me. My mom remarried and I started going to a private school and so on and so forth. I loved/love my school, because we are taught the Bible, but it's most definitely NOT shoved down our throats. We are barely sheltered. Most of the people at my school are not Christians at all.
Im getting off topic..
When I was 14, the emotional side of this religion stuff got to me, so I decided to take it all in and experience joy for myself. And it happened. But that is not why I believe.
When I was 15, my mind was struck with a horrible anxiety disorder. Too horrible..hardly anyone can understand. It still preys on my mind to this day. I actually remember screaming at God for cracking this "boulder" on my head and yet expecting me to trust in Him because He knows what He's doing. I found that when one actually follows a few guidelines that are in the Bible, the results are beyond explanation. My anxiety is pretty much gone and done for. But still, that is not why I believe.
When I was 16, I went to so many funerals that I lost count. 2 suicides so far, lung cancer, old age..whatever! I found myself crying at my Uncle Jack's funeral because the preacher told me I had a long life ahead of me...and I couldnt believe it, even if it was true.
On the way to this thread, I examined so many other threads pertaining to God. If He doesnt exist, then why hasnt the influence died out? Why is it still here? Why can't I answer anything?
I am still trying to figure out if I can truly believe or not, but Im leaning toward God. It seems so daft and foolish to so many people. But I wasnt sheltered, Im still not sheltered, and I can think as freely as I want to.