Cultural Aspects of Aging and Psychopathology

In my Father's house there are many homes if it were not so I would not have told you. I go to prepare a place for you (Jn. 14:2). This is one of my most favorite passages of the Bible, although I did not truly understand what it meant as a child, for some reason, I remember hearing this passage in church only thinking that, there was a mansion somewhere were the Lord Himself dwelled in. As a child, I imagined how wonderful it would be to run through those many rooms seeking out the Lord. I would be able to stay there as long as I wanted in the safe protection and warmth of the Lord without any worries.

I began to ponder what could I contribute to this paper that would be worthy of my Christian worldview and if I was a true Christian that believed thesis or was I just a hyproctie that talked a good talked, believing only in words and not actions. Did I believe that God had a major plan for all of us and no one who follows God were to have hard times and suffer? Was it my belief that if you suffered and had a hard life meant you didn't do something right and God's was punishing you.

If we were to have a perfect life we are to follow God's blueprint to a tee? But what happens when we did not follow as ordered exactly, did God allow us to suffer until we saw the big 1000 watt bulb? To realize that we are not in control of nothing not even our own destiny. I wanted to know why and how did people become homeless and hungry, was this not the land of the free and home of the brave, where we not the riches country in America, so why would anyone be homeless. Nothing came to my mind except they wanted to be.

As I grew, this same passage became more meaningful along with it more pros and cons involved. I wasn't' always a Christian and I did not always think the way Christians should passages became much more than just a little girls vivid imagination of a large house with many rooms. I began to look at people in a different light. I would begin to snub my nose at people who were not as fortunate as me. I began to become the person who thought that a person could do whatever they wanted to and there should be no complaining about it.

If life dealt you had that you did not like, you simply throw your cards back in the pile and reshuffle, start back over and try again. There were no room for excuses, because in life there are only two reasons for everything a good reason and a real reason, everything else