Excuse me of this is confusing, I am just throwing down words for what I am thinking at the moment.
Growing up, I never heard of religion that much. Once every few years we would go to a church to attend a wedding, funeral, and even the baptism of a few individuals. Beyond these few moments, I was never taught about religion. My family never spoke of it. I guess religion wasnt that big of a deal in my family, and it still isnt.
Going in to college, I met a few individuals, who are now my dear and loyal friends, who introduced me to Christianity. Even though I knew the packaging of Christianity, I never truly knew it. I still dont think I do. Anyways these individuals were not afraid to admit they were Christian. They were proud of it. They followed values that are respectable and honorable, at least in my eyes. This was something new to me, but I saw something in these Christians that opened my eyes.
A few weeks later, I went out to the bookstore by myself and looked through the religion section. It was like I felt a calling inside that was saying I wanted to find out more. It was daunting, one might say. I spent hours upon hours looking through the dozens of books available. There were different bibles of all versions, colors, sizes, and patterns. I picked out one, not having any clue what I was supposed to be looking for and purchased it. I bought the King James Version bible. That night I went home and, sitting in my room away from the rest of my family, I began to read it. The next day, I read a bit more. Days and weeks went on.
A little while later, I had asked my friend if I could attend church with her. She had asked me if there were any particular reason why, out of curiosity. I had told her no, I was just interested in seeing what happens at church. Of course, I wanted to see everything. Everything! I wanted to learn as much as possible. I still knew nothing about Christianity. So I went to Church that Sunday and sat through it. It was okay. I was surprised to see people singing the gospel, standing up with their arms in prayer yelling amen. It was all new to me, and I was surprised to see how deep people went into their faith.
Weeks went on, and I was still vigilantly reading my bible and attending church. I was partaking in the singing, and the praying. Something deep inside of me felt this connection like this was where I belonged. It was somewhere that I felt safe, an environment that upheld true values and morals and people of all walks of life came together to share the same belief. Deep inside I had this calling that everything going on was true. I felt like I belonged. But, at the same time, I still felt distant.
Through all of that I came to a sudden realization not too long ago. I read the bible, but understand nothing. I attend church, but have no idea what I am praying for. I feel deep in my heart that Jesus and God are both real, but I feel no connection. I pray everyday, but I always have no clue what to expect. I look at people around me who are so sure of their faith, people who can stand up in church and yell out their love for God, yet I cant. I surf these forums regularly, and have for a year now, and I feel like I understand almost nothing. I dont feel any connection. No matter how hard I try, and no matter how hard I pray, I am so lost. I dont know how to be a Christian.
Kiravana