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Religion. Someone HAD to make a thread about this. I have found out that if you're tired of someone hanging out with you, debate religion and disagree with him/her. It's worked 7/10 times. No lie.
Anyway, NorCal had a most epic post on his views of religion and he shares a lot of the same beliefs I do. But I feel that it's my due diligence to give my take on religion since it's been a LARGE part of my life the past few years.
When I was a wee lad, my Grandma was a Bible thumpin, condemning, judgmental nutcake about Jesus. She made be believe that if I didn't enjoy myself, I'd be doing God's will. Basically, if was miserable, I wasn't sinning. If I wanted for something, or did something that didn't please God, I was sinning and going to hell. Mind you, I was six. I could read before I was three years old, I was on a high school academic team in FOURTH grade, and I managed to still be dumbfounded by this Christianity. Everyone I knew that was Christian was suffering. I wanted NO part of that. But eventually, I was forced to go to a church. Not just any church, a PENTECOSTAL church. What is Pentecost you may ask? Well, it's when the way to honor and sanctify yourself, you have to dance, let yourself go free, and be a complete crazy person all to the beats of drums and tambourines. I was six, my granny took me up to the pulpit and the minister put enough oil on me to deep fry me. I was confused, but knew that I wasn't comfortable with what was taking place. Eventually, my grandma received the 'holy ghost' and started dancing around like she was on fire. I was officially freaked out. I no longer wanted to go to church.
Years past. I was in and out of random churches because my parents would get bouts of hypocrisy and think that the solution to their problems was a church that AMPLIFIED the issues they had. I wasn't jaded to be exact, but I didn't want anything to do with the churches I grew up with. Finally, my senior year in high school...I attend this church for the first time. It was called Word of Faith Church. I had no clue what that meant, but I went to my first service, after my dad threatened to throw my mother out of the car by opening her passenger side door. Great family I had. Anyway, we were late, which pissed everyone off because this wasn't one of those typical cathedral churches. This was in an old office building in the main corner of the top floor. Looked nice though.
So I sat through the service. It was great. I was actually positive after the service. I felt like I had a jolt of energy. He didn't condemn anyone, he simply said, 'Here's the Bible's way of how to make your life BETTER!' Never heard that concept before. So I was in the church on a regular basis. And what's funny is that I was the last one to be saved in my entire family, yet...I was also the last person to actually leave the church itself. Irony. So I stayed in the church, got along with the pastor and his family. I was fond of his stepdaughter. She was gorgeous. Great hair, eyes, smile, personality. She was what I thought to be a God send. LOL! Oh and she also had DD breasts. She's known as 'The Lariat's Ex'. Yep, met my last serious girl in a church.
But I was in the Word of Faith Church for around three years. I worked my way up to being a Deacon in the church, waiting on the pastor hand and foot and even traveling to cities with him while he preached. I didn't mind it. It gave me something to do, plus I was warped into thinking that by doing this, I was honoring God and that I would be blessed. Wrong x 100. Turns out, people started leaving his church left and right. My ex was the first to leave and not only did she leave, she was in the immediate family and said, "Fuck this nonesense, I'm getting a tan and wearing ****ty clothes." Which is what she did. It was strange to see everyone leave, but they left...one by one. We changed buildings for services like I change underwear...which is a LOT. When I left, the church was on it's FOURTH building in six years and moved to another one after I left. Needless to say, religion is something I'm not fond of.
I will conclude with this. It's not an issue on what you believe or if you don't believe in nothing. What matters is that you're productive in life. Make a difference. God doesn't want someone to kiss someone's ass to get ahead in life. YOU shouldn't want to get somewhere by taking shortcuts and the like. Tread your own path and believe in what you want. It's a free country and you have the right to believe what you want. I'm open minded and know for a fact there's a higher power. I've seen too many things to NOT believe that. How I met my ex girlfriend is a prime example of some extraordinary things taking place. So be the best person you can be. You may be judged when you're dead and gone, but right now, you're the only person who can be the judge in your life.
Anyway, NorCal had a most epic post on his views of religion and he shares a lot of the same beliefs I do. But I feel that it's my due diligence to give my take on religion since it's been a LARGE part of my life the past few years.
When I was a wee lad, my Grandma was a Bible thumpin, condemning, judgmental nutcake about Jesus. She made be believe that if I didn't enjoy myself, I'd be doing God's will. Basically, if was miserable, I wasn't sinning. If I wanted for something, or did something that didn't please God, I was sinning and going to hell. Mind you, I was six. I could read before I was three years old, I was on a high school academic team in FOURTH grade, and I managed to still be dumbfounded by this Christianity. Everyone I knew that was Christian was suffering. I wanted NO part of that. But eventually, I was forced to go to a church. Not just any church, a PENTECOSTAL church. What is Pentecost you may ask? Well, it's when the way to honor and sanctify yourself, you have to dance, let yourself go free, and be a complete crazy person all to the beats of drums and tambourines. I was six, my granny took me up to the pulpit and the minister put enough oil on me to deep fry me. I was confused, but knew that I wasn't comfortable with what was taking place. Eventually, my grandma received the 'holy ghost' and started dancing around like she was on fire. I was officially freaked out. I no longer wanted to go to church.
Years past. I was in and out of random churches because my parents would get bouts of hypocrisy and think that the solution to their problems was a church that AMPLIFIED the issues they had. I wasn't jaded to be exact, but I didn't want anything to do with the churches I grew up with. Finally, my senior year in high school...I attend this church for the first time. It was called Word of Faith Church. I had no clue what that meant, but I went to my first service, after my dad threatened to throw my mother out of the car by opening her passenger side door. Great family I had. Anyway, we were late, which pissed everyone off because this wasn't one of those typical cathedral churches. This was in an old office building in the main corner of the top floor. Looked nice though.
So I sat through the service. It was great. I was actually positive after the service. I felt like I had a jolt of energy. He didn't condemn anyone, he simply said, 'Here's the Bible's way of how to make your life BETTER!' Never heard that concept before. So I was in the church on a regular basis. And what's funny is that I was the last one to be saved in my entire family, yet...I was also the last person to actually leave the church itself. Irony. So I stayed in the church, got along with the pastor and his family. I was fond of his stepdaughter. She was gorgeous. Great hair, eyes, smile, personality. She was what I thought to be a God send. LOL! Oh and she also had DD breasts. She's known as 'The Lariat's Ex'. Yep, met my last serious girl in a church.
But I was in the Word of Faith Church for around three years. I worked my way up to being a Deacon in the church, waiting on the pastor hand and foot and even traveling to cities with him while he preached. I didn't mind it. It gave me something to do, plus I was warped into thinking that by doing this, I was honoring God and that I would be blessed. Wrong x 100. Turns out, people started leaving his church left and right. My ex was the first to leave and not only did she leave, she was in the immediate family and said, "Fuck this nonesense, I'm getting a tan and wearing ****ty clothes." Which is what she did. It was strange to see everyone leave, but they left...one by one. We changed buildings for services like I change underwear...which is a LOT. When I left, the church was on it's FOURTH building in six years and moved to another one after I left. Needless to say, religion is something I'm not fond of.
I will conclude with this. It's not an issue on what you believe or if you don't believe in nothing. What matters is that you're productive in life. Make a difference. God doesn't want someone to kiss someone's ass to get ahead in life. YOU shouldn't want to get somewhere by taking shortcuts and the like. Tread your own path and believe in what you want. It's a free country and you have the right to believe what you want. I'm open minded and know for a fact there's a higher power. I've seen too many things to NOT believe that. How I met my ex girlfriend is a prime example of some extraordinary things taking place. So be the best person you can be. You may be judged when you're dead and gone, but right now, you're the only person who can be the judge in your life.