An Origin Story?



I was raised Catholic, and was brought to church every Sunday. Like a good Catholic boy I memorized my prayers in elementary, and was holding a rosary at age 9. As I got older I fell away from the church, I didn’t go to mass or if I did I was bored out of my mind. I hardly read the Bible, and I have to say I don’t read it as much as I need to now. But one day, my half brother told me about God. He told me God loves us, he told me that we don’t have to be perfect to be a saint. He told me that we were all born into this world with a will, something even God won’t take away from us, and it’s the only thing we can give back to him. As I slowly went around with my brother I got wrapped up in his energy, in his stories of excitement about joining an accepting church, in his sadness of alcoholism, and before I knew it I was at the center of a story. I was at the center of his journey with God. Now here I am, using an assignment from my English class to blog about my Journey with God. I’m still new to the world of Christianity, and I’m as people say a baby Christian. But I hope that this blog will help me grow, and maybe if God may use me in some way to write maybe one word or sentence that may help you it’ll all be worth it.



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