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Going back to school after my dad’s funeral was really hard for me. I’d sit at my desk with my head down, drawn into my own little world. I didn’t talk to anyone, I didn’t do my work in class—I … Continue reading
I want to take this time to say to teenagers everywhere … if you have ever loved your parents, even though they are strict and overprotective or seem like they don’t care about you or understand you; or if they … Continue reading
Most of the time when I wasn’t outside hanging around with the neighborhood kids or over at a friend’s house, I spent a lot of time in my room listening to records, reading, or just lying on my bed—arms crossed … Continue reading
Between the ages of twelve and eighteen, I struggled just like any other teenager. I had to fight for everything, not only because I was the oldest, but because I also had the most over-protective parents in the world! I … Continue reading
Occasionally throughout my younger years, one of my friends would ask if I could go to church with them. Whenever I would ask my dad for permission he would always say, “As long as it’s not Jewish, Catholic, or … Continue reading
One of my favorite times growing up was when we were able to get together with our cousins. We would often go visit aunts and uncles, and the adults would sit around the table, playing a board game they called … Continue reading
“Who is God?” “Where does He live?” “Why can’t we see Him?” “How can He see everyone at the same time?” “If He lives in Heaven, and Heaven is in the sky, then why doesn’t He fall down?” “What’s a … Continue reading
In my life-long search for God, I have not only studied the religions of various cultures, but have also studied the beliefs of nearly every mainstream Christian church, and have attended many of their services as well. Besides studying the … Continue reading