My name is Joe. I went to a Christian school when I was younger and met many good people there. At the time, I was searching for what the others seemingly had stumbled upon by chance: faith in God.
I also enjoyed the company, and there was a girl there that I liked... you know how it is. Sadly, I was never able to find the peace that my fiends there had until very recently. As the years went by, I grew bitter as the others seemed to get on so well. I resented their success in life and I resented the fact that they had something I could not have.
I'm a prideful person with a strong will. I got kicked out of a Pre-K Southern Baptist school for fighting when I was very young. What can I say? I like to fight. I enjoy verbally sparring with others. I enjoy all things military, but especially history. I was once told by a girl that was into astrology that it's because I was born in March. Eh, maybe?
Anyways, my pride was what made it so hard to become a Christian. The very idea of bending my knee to anyone, even the creator of the universe, was alien to me ---- offensive, even.
I won't lie and say I've conquered my pride. I still struggle with balancing faith and belief... I don't think they are the same thing. But I was able to humble myself enough to understand that putting even more distance between myself and God only strengthened the pain I was already feeling. The loneliness. The guilt. All of it, really.
So I did what I could not before. I recognized Jesus Christ is the messiah and that he died on that cross for me as well as them. I recognized that I'm only human and that my time here is finite, no matter how much I invest in the world, and no matter how much I build or destroy.
I apologize for the long introduction. I didn't mean for it to read like a novel. I just kinda needed to talk about it is all. I don't belong to a church anymore, if I ever truly did, so I guess I've kind of just had it on my mind.
I also enjoyed the company, and there was a girl there that I liked... you know how it is. Sadly, I was never able to find the peace that my fiends there had until very recently. As the years went by, I grew bitter as the others seemed to get on so well. I resented their success in life and I resented the fact that they had something I could not have.
I'm a prideful person with a strong will. I got kicked out of a Pre-K Southern Baptist school for fighting when I was very young. What can I say? I like to fight. I enjoy verbally sparring with others. I enjoy all things military, but especially history. I was once told by a girl that was into astrology that it's because I was born in March. Eh, maybe?
Anyways, my pride was what made it so hard to become a Christian. The very idea of bending my knee to anyone, even the creator of the universe, was alien to me ---- offensive, even.
I won't lie and say I've conquered my pride. I still struggle with balancing faith and belief... I don't think they are the same thing. But I was able to humble myself enough to understand that putting even more distance between myself and God only strengthened the pain I was already feeling. The loneliness. The guilt. All of it, really.
So I did what I could not before. I recognized Jesus Christ is the messiah and that he died on that cross for me as well as them. I recognized that I'm only human and that my time here is finite, no matter how much I invest in the world, and no matter how much I build or destroy.
I apologize for the long introduction. I didn't mean for it to read like a novel. I just kinda needed to talk about it is all. I don't belong to a church anymore, if I ever truly did, so I guess I've kind of just had it on my mind.