This post is about personal truths. What what taught to me? What do I believe? What is True for me?
As a child growing up my Father was in church every week, several times a week. He attended Catholic
school. His mother was a practicing catholic. My mother was raised Methodist, but her mother did not attend church with her. Her Aunt (my grandmothers sister) took her to church every week. She sent her to Sunday School and helped her to learn about God and the Methodist beliefs.
When my dad grew old enough he decided that god and religion weren't really in his cards. Am i saying he doesn't believe in god? NO, but he stopped attending church and really paid no attention to his religion. My mother is the same. She says she believes in God, but feels that she does not need to attend church regularly to know that she believes.
For myself, I believe in god. Do I attend Church regularly? No. Do i feel that I should? Yes. I remember as a child my aunt would always take me to church with her. I would always spend the night at her house on Saturday nights and get up bright and early Sunday morning. We would attend Sunday School. I always loved it and for some reason or another we just stopped going. As I grew older I wanted to start going back to church regularly but that didn't happen. I did go sometimes though. I always held on to what was taught to me and what I Believed in. In 2011 when my uncle developed pancreatic cancer. I watched him suffer for months until his passing and that made me question alot of things. Why would he have to suffer so badly? Why so young? Why him? I was angry for a long time after that. I wanted answers. How could I believe in someone or something that would put someone I loved through something so wrong? And Finally there was a sign. When my questions really made me believe that there was no god he sent a messenger. BELIEVE ME! I do believe! Now, I still do not attend church on a regular basis, but I do go when i can.
As a child growing up my Father was in church every week, several times a week. He attended Catholic
school. His mother was a practicing catholic. My mother was raised Methodist, but her mother did not attend church with her. Her Aunt (my grandmothers sister) took her to church every week. She sent her to Sunday School and helped her to learn about God and the Methodist beliefs.
When my dad grew old enough he decided that god and religion weren't really in his cards. Am i saying he doesn't believe in god? NO, but he stopped attending church and really paid no attention to his religion. My mother is the same. She says she believes in God, but feels that she does not need to attend church regularly to know that she believes.
For myself, I believe in god. Do I attend Church regularly? No. Do i feel that I should? Yes. I remember as a child my aunt would always take me to church with her. I would always spend the night at her house on Saturday nights and get up bright and early Sunday morning. We would attend Sunday School. I always loved it and for some reason or another we just stopped going. As I grew older I wanted to start going back to church regularly but that didn't happen. I did go sometimes though. I always held on to what was taught to me and what I Believed in. In 2011 when my uncle developed pancreatic cancer. I watched him suffer for months until his passing and that made me question alot of things. Why would he have to suffer so badly? Why so young? Why him? I was angry for a long time after that. I wanted answers. How could I believe in someone or something that would put someone I loved through something so wrong? And Finally there was a sign. When my questions really made me believe that there was no god he sent a messenger. BELIEVE ME! I do believe! Now, I still do not attend church on a regular basis, but I do go when i can.