Hmm, then I am most likely arrogent. When I was young, I was rather..intense about my faith in god and christ. I knew every verse by heart, or just about. My faith was shaken, however, when I didn't realise to seperate the people from the faith.
I was going to a church called Old Philedelphia (spelling? Been 20+ years). Part of the choir, even got to preach from time to time. There was a person in the church we all called Brother Joe (not to be confused with my actual brother who is named Joe). His wife left him and he ..fell..hard. Alcohol, jail, he was having a really hard time. He pulled his life back around and came back to church.
At the time there was also a woman who sort of 'ran things'. Even the Deacon (spelling?) gave her her way. She pretty much told everybody to 'turn their back' on brother Joe. They did, when he needed the church most. That shook my faith to its core. The god I knew would NEVER turn its back on somebody, especially somebody in such great need.
So yeah, I lost the faith and quit the church. Went the opposit way for awhile in rebellion..won't talk much about that...by the time I straightened out..I had studied quite a few religions and just didn't believe any one religion had it right. I still respect Christianity, and some of my greatest debates are with a priest who runs a place called "My fathers Kitchen" (A soup kitchen). We will yell, we will scream at each other, and then we will sit and have a cup of coffee .
You'd swear one minute we were the greatest of enemies and the next the best of friends. Which is how it should be. Seperate the argument from the person. Because you can learn a lot .. if you will only just listen.
I was going to a church called Old Philedelphia (spelling? Been 20+ years). Part of the choir, even got to preach from time to time. There was a person in the church we all called Brother Joe (not to be confused with my actual brother who is named Joe). His wife left him and he ..fell..hard. Alcohol, jail, he was having a really hard time. He pulled his life back around and came back to church.
At the time there was also a woman who sort of 'ran things'. Even the Deacon (spelling?) gave her her way. She pretty much told everybody to 'turn their back' on brother Joe. They did, when he needed the church most. That shook my faith to its core. The god I knew would NEVER turn its back on somebody, especially somebody in such great need.
So yeah, I lost the faith and quit the church. Went the opposit way for awhile in rebellion..won't talk much about that...by the time I straightened out..I had studied quite a few religions and just didn't believe any one religion had it right. I still respect Christianity, and some of my greatest debates are with a priest who runs a place called "My fathers Kitchen" (A soup kitchen). We will yell, we will scream at each other, and then we will sit and have a cup of coffee .
You'd swear one minute we were the greatest of enemies and the next the best of friends. Which is how it should be. Seperate the argument from the person. Because you can learn a lot .. if you will only just listen.
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