Religion

MY RELIGION

Religion was a small part of my family when I was young. I remember getting dressed in a pretty dress and jelly shoes every Sunday morning. Attending a small Baptist church located in the country on a windy, dirt road was our assumed religion. Sometimes my mother and I would go or my favorite sister would take me. However, when my mother would take me and my sisters, there were instances when my mother would flee from the church to the van, for what reason, then I did not know. Of course, I would run only to find her to be in the van with tears streaming down her cheeks and smoking a cigarette. I never understood the meaning until I grew older and learned of the unrighteous things she had done in the past. The preacher's sermon would attack her conscience terribly. I believe my mom wanted her kids to know about the Creator and endured the 'mental pain' to complete the task. Soon enough when I turned twelve, things changed and we did not attend church that regularly and eventually leading to not at all.

In middle school, I made a friend, Kelly, who attended church every Sunday. My mom did not frown upon me being with her so I would spend some Saturday nights with Kelly and wake up to attend church with her. It was great fun because there was a band and they made it lively. Unfortunately, Kelly moved away and we lost touch completely and I did not attend church again until

I met my husband thirteen years later. A long time, yes I know! To be upfront, he is an Atheist and has been through a lot of ordeals in his life and blames God for it so no matter how many times I try to steer him into believing, it fails. His father attends Easter service every year in a Presbyterian church and always asks us to come. I always do and I bring along our son who is now three-years-old. I know he does not understand but I want for him what I had when I was younger. If I did not learn about it when I was a child, I might have never believed or fully understood.

Presently, I do not attend church on a regular basis but personally, I do believe in God and hope one day that my son will too. You do not have to attend church every Sunday to have faith. We all have a purpose and I am a strong in believing that one day we are going to meet our Maker to see if we have achieved it.