I really liked to find the surprising ways that I can connect to God, for example the pathway of Contemplative. Next, was the topic of spiritual disciplines. In this area, I never knew that there were so many components to faith. The idea that there are two different disciplines as well as each having its own list of values. It was interesting to learn the various ways that God can shape us.
I believe it to be the gateway to becoming devoted religiously as it is usually one of the first religious experiences a person encounters. This encounter sets them up for the rest of their religious encounters. It seems like a great way to begin believing. Someone who has a similar view is Alexander Campbell. Campbell believes that baptism is a gateway to devotion.
When I made my first communion, I wore a white dress with all the other little girls in my class, and had a big party with my family afterwards where I was given gifts of well-wishes and love from my family. However, like with many young adults, when I grew older I began to question my faith. My religion classes became more complicated than “Jesus loves you” and “treat others as you would want to be treated”. Religion became more and more political, and as I grew older, I began to question what I had been taught. My feelings of uneasiness with the teachings of the church grew.
Growing up I was raised catholic and was raised to believe that to believe that in order to be a good catholic and person, I had to adhere to all the rules as well as attend church. However, since I was a child I never really felt any connection towards religion, and only participated in it because I didn’t really have much of a choice or say in the matter. But, as I entered adolescence I became more vocal about my displeasure in having to adhere to an organized religion. As I got older I realized that I could be good person and still have some spiritual beliefs without having to be a part of any organized religion or attend church. My mother and other adults seemed to humor me, and would always assure me I’d get over it and come back to the church.
My church experience growing up was much different from the church I currently attend. I do not remember the church or anything about it, but I do remember that a man name Leon (from church) would visit the neighborhood and he brought me a large chocolate Hershey’s bar after my first visit to Sunday school. I remember that he was kind and he always wore a hat. I know that I was saved as a child, but I do not remember anything about
I realized that I did not believe in the church, but kept it to myself. I enjoyed attending the weekly meetings. Youth activities brought me some of the closest friends I have ever made and daily scripture study brought the family into the living room every morning to talk and laugh. While small things about the church irked me, I could see all the good this religion was providing to both my family and me so I kept it in my life. Keeping with the status quo worked great for a while.
Though there are many other things I have gotten to do and learn through choir, I really really want to continue. It has been a major part of my life for I don’t know how long and I can’t imagine what my life would be like without it. Ever since my parents split up there have been money trouble, because of that my family has always had to think about and watch what they spent an extra curricular activities my siblings and I did. As we grew older my father took what we were doing more seriously. He always wanted to make sure that what we were doing was going to benefit us most when we became adults.
I wanted to learn how to pray, thus I joined the prayer meetings in my church. I aim to serve God, so I became a member of the church outreach program. I wished to lead the people to worship God, thus I joined the church choir, I aspired to lead children to the knowledge of God, so I involved myself in Sunday school and etc. In 1995, I suddenly felt very empty and unhappy with my life despite my heavy involvement in the work of God. I then knelt to God in tears and in prayer to inquire of Him and to tell me what was going on with me.
On the flip side, I can’t tell you how many times I’ve heard people in my generation say “When I’m grown, I’m never taking my children to church.” And for all the parents who actually kept that promise, I’d imagine if they can go back and rethink that decision most would. I believe this