Ego vs. God
During my growing up years, from the time I was 3 or 4, I attended church with my parents. Sunday school taught me all the bible stories and when I was 12, I went to confirmation for two years. I was confirmed in eighth grade and continued to attend church regularly until two years ago.
Beginning two years ago, I had come to the realization that I had a great deal of apathy about my religious beliefs. It probably started with my lack of participation in church and in Sunday school. I found myself only going to church to end up falling asleep or being bored out of my mind. Sunday school was no better. All I would do is play around with my friends and learn absolutely nothing. Soon after, I quit going to church and decided that sleeping in after a late Saturday night sounded better than attending an hour church service. I also felt that services were always alike and were never very attention grabbing, so I lost interest. Also, the pastor never gave thought provoking sermons like Father Marco or Father Arnold; they tended to be dull and usually consisted of the same thing that was said previous Sundays. The whole church scene did not interest me, however, I believe my real problem was my attitude toward God and the confusion it caused and causes me.
In the past year, I have started realizing what I thought about Jesus and what He means to me. It all started when my friend, Mike Snodgrass, lost his mother to cancer, the exact same cancer that my mom had been diagnosed with seven years earlier. I began to realize that I honestly did not understand what Jesus was doing and why things happen. He took my friend's mother and not more than seven months later, took my be ...