Personal Narrative On Religion

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I was born and raised in a Christian family. I was baptized as a baby, and went through the Christian rite of passage of confirmation as a teenager. My parents are moderately religious, at least from my point of view. When I was younger they would take me to church and Sunday school every week. Currently, they hold a bible study with our neighbors every other week. I often find myself analyzing people’s actions, trying to figure out why they do certain things. This is especially true when it comes to reflecting upon my own actions and beliefs. At this point in my life, I do not believe in any one religion or deity. I have spent a long time thinking about my stance on religion, particularly the one I was raised in. I apportioned a lot of my …show more content…

My transition from moderately religious to agnostic/atheist was began mostly out of apathy and laziness. I just did not want to go to church every week. It was very boring, and I felt the hour or so spent listening sermons and singing hymns was just a waste of my time. As time passed I began to reevaluate my own beliefs. I had so many questions that needed answers, and I felt as though I needed to figure them out myself. There was also a period where I struggled with anxiety over what my parents would think when they found out I did not share the same beliefs as them. Once I told them however, they were very open and understandable and did not shame me for my newfound beliefs. I never felt as though I could not come to my parents when I had a question about morality or something of the sort. Many of my questions were answered by simply looking at what happens around the world every single day. Some questions were more difficult to come to terms with than others, such as the concept of death and what comes after. I imagine the idea of death and the afterlife is not as big a deal for people in religions like Christianity, where it is believed that when you die you will end up in heaven or hell. I once believed there was an afterlife waiting for me when I passed on. At first I was absolutely terrified at the idea that it would all just end one day, no afterlife, nothing, just darkness. After a long period of reflection on the subject, I finally came to a conclusion. Religion in general, arose from people's need to understand why things happened in the world around them. People needed to know why the sun rose over the horizon in the morning, and sunk back down at dusk. They needed answers as to why they were born, and what their purpose was in life, and what happens after death. The idea that everything that has ever conspired in the universe since its

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