Raised in the Church

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My experience with the church.

Submitted: December 14, 2016

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Submitted: December 14, 2016



From a very young age I've been going to church. My parents taught me about the Bible and doctrine. When I was very little and still living in New York, my mother was feeling a pain in her leg and I asked God to heal her. She claims that it worked. I remember participating in the church services. I also had a musical talent. I was taught that God was the creator of music and that we worship him with it. I was also taught that homosexuality was wrong and an abomination in the eyes of God. I enjoyed participating in church services. I played the tambourine, the piano, and the drums. I also prayed faithfully. I believed that God was listening and that he would make a difference. We moved to Florida when I was 5 years old. I remember the plane ride and the trip to Disney. My parents started their church when I was about 7 years old. It started small, in an apartment, but kept growing. I enjoyed going to the services and drawing while listening to the sermon. I was taught to give my life to God so that he would guide me through life. I believed all of the teachings that I received and I asked God to give me wisdom, like Solomon did. I had a relationship with God. Of course I hadn't heard him speak to me verbally but I had felt his presence. I was a lover of the Holy Spirit, which I was taught inspires and uses you for the glory of God. I was a good singer, and I worshiped God with all of my heart. I liked to think that I was his instrument. My conflict with this situation was my budding homosexuality. It was frowned upon. I was curious and searching for a way to satiate my desire. In school I met someone that finally convinced me to admit to my homosexuality. That grew into me leaving home. Even after leaving home I had a relationship with God, because I believed he was protecting me. I had given my life to him after all. Surely he wouldn't abandon me. Once I left home I spiraled into a world of discovery. I was really discovering my likes and dislikes. I don't have the same relationship I used to have with God, but I still have a connection.

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