You're just jealous in my success in the Lord
I wish I knew how I felt about religion. I feel like I'm on the brink of a major change...but don't know what it is. I feel like Margaret, from "Are You there God, its me Margaret"...except I'm 24. I should have figured out this religion thing long ago...we used to go to church when I was little...then the church screwed us...big time. So my parents stopped going, but still dropped me off every Sunday. They have since sworn off organized religion, and so had I. But then, I meet Matt. a son of two Methodist ministers. At the time we met, he was appalled that I didn't believe in organized religion, and found it to be odd. Now, 5 1/2 years later...he's not sure how he feels about it either. I wish I knew where to go...
I feel empty for being a lonely believer. I'm ashamed to believe with some, and ashamed that I question my belief with others. But in the end...I don't know if I ever believed at all.
I don't feel that I would ever be comfortable in the church again...but I would like something to believe in. Where's Gandhi when you need him....probably off re-blessing the souls of those who accidentally eat meat at Taco Bell.
Harriett said her head hurts...and she still believes that Phil is in heaven...no matter what anybody says.
I feel empty for being a lonely believer. I'm ashamed to believe with some, and ashamed that I question my belief with others. But in the end...I don't know if I ever believed at all.
I don't feel that I would ever be comfortable in the church again...but I would like something to believe in. Where's Gandhi when you need him....probably off re-blessing the souls of those who accidentally eat meat at Taco Bell.
Harriett said her head hurts...and she still believes that Phil is in heaven...no matter what anybody says.