As a child I was always taught that we were alive because God decided to give us life and because he did we owed everything to Him. However as I got older and started to think for myself, I began to loose faith in my religion and realized that I would be better off without it. I have no explicit feelings with the lack of faith I have; my faithlessness actually pushes me to do things beyond my limits. I see it as if there isn't a place to go after I die then why not do everything I want and because I have everything to live for and nothing to die for. The first time I questioned my faith was when my grandma died when I was eight. I can vividly remember my mom breaking down and pleading with God to bring her back. I was sat in my room with my brother thinking how unfair the situation was. At one point I asked him if my grandma would ever come back and his answer both angered and frightened me. At that moment, I started growing a hatred toward God. …show more content…
I tried hard to keep my faith. I studied and went to church with my dad every Sunday. Then one day, a friend whom I got to know during mass showed me the Book of Job. Reading the story added to my dislike. After a series of events evidently pushed me to relinquish my religion. It started off with my dad getting extremely sick, then my grandpa died and finally my mother's heat attack. I viewed her almost dying as God trying to punish me for no reason. During her recovery, I decided that there was no one looking out for us and if there was then we are only a game to them; I wasn't going to play or be part of
... tell me. The issue isn't even that I've lost faith in God. I feel that he's there, and I feel that he's loving, but I've definitely lost faith in religion. I just can't live the rest of my life wearing blinders and claiming to be right when I know I'm probably not.
Finding out about my grandmothers death was the saddest moment in my life . I didn't understand . I didn't expect it to happen , not to me . I wondered why god had taken an important person away from my life , ad for that i felt confused and miserable . I cried for hours that day . Nothing could have brought me joy that day but the presence of my grandmother , but she was gone and i found it hard to overcome the situation.
As a child I suffered an event that framed my life, a catastrophe that would change my life at least temporarily. This catastrophe changed things all around me, things in my family changed and things at home changed ever since that day. I remember we were all exited, we were going on a family vacation to different regions of Colombia.
Since the beginning of time, individuals from all over the world have wondered these questions in addition to many others. With millions of questions to ponder, there are yet an infinite amount of answers that pertain to faith. Though nobody is positive which religion is correct (or if any are, for that matter), having a belief is comforting to most. This being the case, because it is restful to the masses knowing that they have somebody always watching over them, with their best interests at heart.
“I do not believe in God,” I told myself inside my head, expecting something to happen. I expected the hand of God to part the clouds, reach down into the car and slap me across the face, but it didn’t. Nothing happened. It suddenly felt as if a giant weight had been lifted off of my shoulders. Though that may sound a little cliche, it is still very true. I suddenly felt that I was starting over, that everything that happened prior did not matter and that I was free of any guilt I may have felt while I considered myself to be a Christian. The most amazing thing is that I could successfully challenge my entire view of religion with one simple sentence. I considered myself to be very dogmatic, and I hardly never took into account any opposing views, whether fact or
I do not know when I first began to believe in God but I assume that my parents were the first to introduce me to the belief. In the above statement I outlined my most striking image of God, but for the longest time I have not thought of him in this way, I have lost some of my faith. I am not sure why except that in the past three years I began to examine other ideas on how we might have come to be and how we are going to end.
Life is an interesting journey that every living creature is a part of. Human beings are born into a family they do not pick and society that they do not choose. Within this unit, they are taught values and morals, which are ingrained into their daily lives. Ever since I was a child I have been exposed to many different influences, religion being one of them. To this day I can still remember my grandmother saying “God has a purpose for your life, follow Him.”
Religion and faith have been a part of my life since the day I was born. My grandfather has been a pastor at Selma Church of God for 39 years and my mom, along with my grandmother and aunts, run our churches worship team. One could only assume, I have spent much of my life in the church. From years of children 's church and Sunday school, I learned of God 's unconditional love for me and His constant willingness to forgive me of my sins. My family and teachers explained the crucifixion and resurrection of our Savior Jesus Christ. As a child, I knew all these things, these wonderful things about my God and my religion, but it was not until my early teens that I began to thirst for more.
I am a Christian and I believe in the Holy trinity: God, the Son, the Holy Spirit.
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
My personal faith and beliefs will contribute to liberty in creating new leaders because I will always be willing to serve and give my absolute best in achieving a goal we may have as a body of Christ and I will always be moldable to anything that is thrown at me. I will accept failure and learn from it to better myself and to always show that there is a light in the presence of God and show what the light has done for me to others that may be struggling with their belief. I have a passion for the ministry and love to see others grow from their struggles the way I have. I have seen the love of God do so many beautiful things and I would love to do what I was called to do and spread it with other individuals through worship and speaking the
Faith is like a wager. There are four possible outcomes in this wager: you believe in God and he exists, you believe in God and he does not exist, You do not believe in God and he exists, and you do not believe in God and he does not exist. If you go with the first one, you are granted eternal life in heaven after you die. If the second is true, you waste a little time at church, but church promotes being a good person so it is not that bad. If you go with the third, you spend eternity in hell.
Which brings me to Fowler’s Theory of Faith Development, specifically Individual-Reflective Faith which occurs in early adulthood. Growing up as a family we went to church every Sunday and sometimes even twice a week, everyone in my family was a catholic and that was expected from all of us, no questions asked. I even got baptized as a baby and did my first communion when I was about nine years old. I did not mind the expectation from my family when I was little because I loved church, especially the singing. Then came a time where both of my parents started to work on Sundays, so did my sister, and so my brother and I helped out at my parents restaurant. Ever since then we really have not made church a priority, I believe this is what effected my encounter with my mother when I was eighteen years old. I was currently taking a class called “religion in the modern world” and learned about all rituals and how different religions support different things than others, and it got to me to reflect on what religion I grew up learning about. Some things I liked and some things I was horrified by. So talking to my mother, I was telling her my opinions and what I believed in and that there is not just one way to believe or think. She was furious, I was stepping out of the norm, but it had been because of my Individual-Reflective Faith than lead me to this stage. I am very thankful I was able to reflect on my faith, I now have a stronger bond on my beliefs and now my mother totally supports me on it, so it was all for the best that I went through this
Just a few simple words can always change your perspective on so many different things. From that point on, I found God in most of my day-to-day activities. I talk to Him like a close personal friend, I confide in Him in my times of need and thank Him for all the wonderful things He has blessed me with, including just life itself. He showed me how to live life to the fullest, or “grab life by the horns” and “live for the now, for today. Not for tomorrow.”
When I was at the age of seven, I found out that my Grandmother, from my dads sisde of the family was very ill, her kidneys gave out, and she needed a transplant. I remember that day very vividly, i remember walking into the hospital room where she was placed at the time, and a sort of silence with a mixture of darkness in the room. We entered and the Doctor had told my family and I that there was no kidney transplant available for my Grandmother. It was a shock to my family and me. Everyone knew if there wasn't a transplant that she wouldn't make it. Yet my family did not loose faith, they kept on praying and praying just so that she wouldn't die. The next day my father recieved a call, and that call changed the way I felt about my religion and God. The doctor had told my father that my uncle that has been living in another country for over the past twelve years was going to donate one of his kidneys to his mother. I could not believe it but this event, and experience changed the truth.