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I Pray the Lord My Soul To Take
It is currently 9 p.m., and the power went out in our house about 30 minutes ago. I think there’s a big storm coming if it’s not already here. And since there’s no power, there’s nothing to do but sit, lay around, and wait for the power to come on. However, luckily for me, my laptop is fully charged, and my thoughts are still racing.
Earlier today I was chatting with a very good friend, and I was reminded about a topic I don’t particularly think fondly about but still passes through my mind every day: God and Religion. For context, I grew up religiously Christian, going to church most Sundays and private Christian school for a bit. But over the years and to the present, my faith in God, more so in religion itself, has changed.
RJ five years ago attended church, glanced at his bible occasionally during Sunday service, prayed most nights, and even had conversations and questions for his youth pastor. He was a Christian; he hoped he was a good Christian but still a Christian nonetheless. He believed in the teachings of the Bible and God, even the ones he did mental gymnastics with to understand, and made the effort to try every day to live his life the “Christian way,” even if it meant sacrificing a part of himself. RJ would spend hours looking up and researching varying perspectives about the parts of Christianity he didn’t understand, like the earthly timeline…
