I could only start my post tonight. I will work on it tomorrow. In case you missed something about me, I changed my mind on the realness of Jesus.
I attended church until the age of ten with my grandma, but I gleaned that God wanted to rob us from any kind of enjoyment by suffocating us with rules. These rules weren’t even followed, as far as I could tell, by anyone around me. The focus on healing just showed me that Jesus was not real. After all, if God always heal, how do you explain my friends and me?
When I was finally given the option, I chose to use my Sundays for sleeping and playing. Church turned me off from Christianity, but my interest in spirituality remained. I had even chosen Religious Studies as one of my minors. I believed that life was full of wondrous mystery and something guided the universe.