My Home Life

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I would call my home life to be peaceful, loving and spiritual, since its just my father and I living together we have built a really good communicative relationship in where we share our thoughts on different point of views dealing from worldly issues, to sports and biblical truth. My outlook on authority and discipline wasn’t too my favor a couple of years ago in my teenage years. Growing up with my father I had to experience a strict but healthy side of discipline in which I didn’t agree with having a rebellious, know it all attitude. My father having the authority to discipline me in simple things such as, cleaning my room and putting things back where I got them from, were actually baby steps onto following rules. Also commands which required more than just an effort to accomplish. Those things, which we thought to be an enemy, brought fourth character and integrity. In other words those disciplinary tests I thought were senseless prepared me for the order I would have to submit to ordain by our heavenly father. We worship the lord in common ways to do so with sermons and songs but our main source of worship is in discussion of Gods’ marvelous works of creation and nature. My father and I deeply acknowledge Gods’ work on the earth and we worship in squeezing an orange and tasting the sweetness of Christ, which may sound absurd to one who isn’t sensitive to things of the spirit. Recognizing and not taking for granted everything the Lord has provided for us is the true heart of worship. Christian living is like nothing this world has to offer. In that alone it says much, but to touch on a couple benefits I’ve experienced not necessarily living as a Christian because now a days there seems to be a variety of ways a person can claim to be saved not showing any fruits of conversion, but I speak as a young man who has tasted Gods’ mercy and grace at first hand and I would have to say that the blessing of the true Christian living is having the understanding of how weak and depraved we truly are. We can do nothing apart from God, and in realizing that it makes me cling on to him with every bit of passion that I am rewarded.

The behavior of a Christian, Id rather the word god seeker would be that of a person who acts, talks and behaves to the glory of god.

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