oh.. where to begin... ...i guess at the beginning...
when i was younger i went to church and the whole bit, but didnt really understand why i did it. then as i got more into my adolescence i stopped. i came to think that there is no God and that its all just a huge load of BS. when i was denying the existance of the Lord everything in my life started to fall apart and i found myself with suicidal thoughts, which lead to me being hospitalized for attempting suicide. after that i was put into a day treatment centre, which lasted a year and a bit and didnt really help that much. in the summer after being in the treatment centre i went for a week at Ryerson for a "single parents camp" ..for those of you who arent familiar with this camp, its very "in your face" 24-7 worship from the time you get there until the time you leave and has brought many people into faith. needless to say, i hated it. i had it made up in my mind that if no one would drive me home i would walk (its about a 2-3 hour drive on nothing but highway) by mid week i was asking for a bible. by the end i didnt want to leave. when i got back home i volunteered at a half day-day camp for a week at a church... it was fun, and through that i became a member of a youth group that ive now attended for 2 years. ive also worked full time at a christian based day camp in my area for the past 2 summers (and i love every minute of it) now im constantly finding myself involved with churches and fellowship groups, and whenever i look back at how i used to be i dont understand how i could have possibly doubted God. now im back at church, but this time i know exactly why
when i was younger i went to church and the whole bit, but didnt really understand why i did it. then as i got more into my adolescence i stopped. i came to think that there is no God and that its all just a huge load of BS. when i was denying the existance of the Lord everything in my life started to fall apart and i found myself with suicidal thoughts, which lead to me being hospitalized for attempting suicide. after that i was put into a day treatment centre, which lasted a year and a bit and didnt really help that much. in the summer after being in the treatment centre i went for a week at Ryerson for a "single parents camp" ..for those of you who arent familiar with this camp, its very "in your face" 24-7 worship from the time you get there until the time you leave and has brought many people into faith. needless to say, i hated it. i had it made up in my mind that if no one would drive me home i would walk (its about a 2-3 hour drive on nothing but highway) by mid week i was asking for a bible. by the end i didnt want to leave. when i got back home i volunteered at a half day-day camp for a week at a church... it was fun, and through that i became a member of a youth group that ive now attended for 2 years. ive also worked full time at a christian based day camp in my area for the past 2 summers (and i love every minute of it) now im constantly finding myself involved with churches and fellowship groups, and whenever i look back at how i used to be i dont understand how i could have possibly doubted God. now im back at church, but this time i know exactly why
