My grandfather is a Presbyterian Minister. My mother, his rebellious hippie daughter. My mom used to take us to all sorts of different churches when I was a kid.
My father is Jewish but has accepted Christ as his savior.
I used to go to a Catholic church on my own when I was a teenager. I actually was an usher at the Papal Mass when the Pope came to Phoenix. I took it pretty seriously.
I was born into a very serious seventh day adventist family. My parents left that church when I was young for a neighborhood evangelical church. My extended family is still part of the SDA church. My parents are part of a conservative, right wing, fundamentalist church. I'm part of a four square church now. I'm beginning to question if many churches have any idea what it means to really follow Jesus.
Notta..zippo zilch... not raised to know the Lord...very sad..and yet praise the Lord that I met people who witnessed to me and are great examples of Christ's love.
Pentecostal upbringing, Jesus movement, faith movement, charismatic thing...none of it satisfied as gina said...didn't find any organized churches who knew what it meant to really follow Christ...so on to churchlife experiences more outside the box so to speak....house churches, community life....simple...very simple now...much more realistic.
My parents were Presbyterian. We went most Sundays, the main reason being my father liked to sing in the choir. It never touched me.
My first year in college my roommate introduced me to a friend of his, who was the first person I met who acted as if God were real. He made quite an impression on me. Some months later, in response to his letters, I gave my life to Jesus.
Now, I didn't know anything then. Jesus tried to teach me but various personal factors led to a communication failure. The rift widened and by about 1982 I'd gone back to assuming there was no God. Life was up to me anyway, so of what use was God?
By the summer of 2003 I was at the end of that and didn't know what to do. I ended up going to a church, assuming I'd meet a few people. Instead, I met God. There ensued a couple of weeks of argument, and then God helped me sort things out.
God gave me a restart. I determined, though, never to make the same mistakes. I was going to listen to God rather than the church. No more rules, no more guilt, no more performance. Just the truth. God promised he'd teach me. He has. Life since then hasn't been much fun, but it has been true. Maybe the enjoyment will show up eventually. It's amazing how I hang onto the old dead ways.
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Figure I should answer I guess....a cradle Catholic. Born and raised in Catholocism.
I was raised a C&E Protestant (Church on Christmas and Easter) now I'm just a Jesus freak....
My grandfather is a Presbyterian Minister. My mother, his rebellious hippie daughter. My mom used to take us to all sorts of different churches when I was a kid.
My father is Jewish but has accepted Christ as his savior.
I used to go to a Catholic church on my own when I was a teenager. I actually was an usher at the Papal Mass when the Pope came to Phoenix. I took it pretty seriously.
I'm like Karen now...just a JESUS FREAK.
I was born into a very serious seventh day adventist family. My parents left that church when I was young for a neighborhood evangelical church. My extended family is still part of the SDA church. My parents are part of a conservative, right wing, fundamentalist church. I'm part of a four square church now. I'm beginning to question if many churches have any idea what it means to really follow Jesus.
Notta..zippo zilch... not raised to know the Lord...very sad..and yet praise the Lord that I met people who witnessed to me and are great examples of Christ's love.
Pentecostal upbringing, Jesus movement, faith movement, charismatic thing...none of it satisfied as gina said...didn't find any organized churches who knew what it meant to really follow Christ...so on to churchlife experiences more outside the box so to speak....house churches, community life....simple...very simple now...much more realistic.
My parents were Presbyterian. We went most Sundays, the main reason being my father liked to sing in the choir. It never touched me.
My first year in college my roommate introduced me to a friend of his, who was the first person I met who acted as if God were real. He made quite an impression on me. Some months later, in response to his letters, I gave my life to Jesus.
Now, I didn't know anything then. Jesus tried to teach me but various personal factors led to a communication failure. The rift widened and by about 1982 I'd gone back to assuming there was no God. Life was up to me anyway, so of what use was God?
By the summer of 2003 I was at the end of that and didn't know what to do. I ended up going to a church, assuming I'd meet a few people. Instead, I met God. There ensued a couple of weeks of argument, and then God helped me sort things out.
God gave me a restart. I determined, though, never to make the same mistakes. I was going to listen to God rather than the church. No more rules, no more guilt, no more performance. Just the truth. God promised he'd teach me. He has. Life since then hasn't been much fun, but it has been true. Maybe the enjoyment will show up eventually. It's amazing how I hang onto the old dead ways.
currently baptist student minister.
grew up in that. but faith never was passionate till the questions did not have typical answers.
dig the ongoing dialogue.
walls mean less now than they did.
passion means more now than it did.
I'm with Jeff, I dig this question, Becky.
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