Really? I am deeply angered by this. It seems like every religious adult, mainly Christians, I encounter always say that I should believe in God, I should bow down and praise the grace of God or I should pray that my soul will be saved on judgement day. My grandmother started bombarding me with "facts", proverbs, and things. I hate how they push their religion on me. If I want to believe, I will believe... If I don't want to, I won't. I feel like I can't have my own thoughts and opinions on religion without someone getting angry with me and my disrespectfulness.
I don't know, I just have a hard time believing in something I've never seen, never experienced. I'm sorry if I've never seen Jesus in my mashed potatoes. At least I don't think I have. I always wondered why people follow the Bible the way they do. How do we know everything in it is true? What if it is just a story book all made up? You've heard of fiction correct? My mom says, "Of course it's true, people are telling you what happened to them, telling you how they say these things happen."
Ok. Well, what if I told you that I saw a man rise form the dead today? Out of his grave. Saw him dust of his shoulders and walk away like nothing ever happened. Just went on about his day. Would you believe me if I told you? Probably not. You'd think I was crazy... or lying. So, why did we believe these people who were merely writing down what they saw(or thought they saw), telling us what happened to them?
But I've lost my train of thought. My grandmom is yelling for me to help her. I'll come back to this post later and finish what I was writing. But ponder this post while I'm gone.
