When my dad was reaching the end of his life, my mother’s Christian friend made a case for him accepting Jesus. Wouldn’t want him burning for all eternity, right?
It’s a dangerous mindset to be made part of. And it’s everywhere.
I’m twelve and the black-haired boy sitting next to me is telling bad jokes. He turns to me with a huge grin. “What is the difference between a Jew and a pizza?” I say nothing.
We fought as hard as we loved. But love we did. It took five-years for us to figure out it wasn’t working anymore. Neither of us have any interest in converting, and this here was the biggest issue in our relationship. Religion.
Why would a loving God do this to you, your brother, your child? Is He mad at you, is He punishing you?
Together we will make a beautiful path. We will go to phenomenal places and take the world by storm.
I didn’t want to depend on Him or anyone in finding my happiness. I thought I could find all I wanted on my own. I sought happiness but really I just found more sorrow and disappointment. Soon I found myself farther from what I had hoped to find and in deeper pain.
I think the greatest way to start is to begin analyzing who you are looking up to yourself. Who is the model you currently compare your life to? Who inspires you?
You’re a virgin? There’s nothing to be ashamed about.
You don’t need a boy, but Jesus? He makes all the difference. Jesus won’t up and leave you out of the blue like that boy did.