I was debating for a while today about what i wanted to write about. There are lots of things i plan to right about, but i decided on this. This post will be the 'What', on my beliefs, the other parts like how i came to believe this will come later
In a nutshell, I believe God created the world. How he created it, i have no idea. A friend of mine put it well when he said, " If god created the world in six days, THATS AMAZING!!!!" "If god created the world through billions of years by using a process similar to evolution, THATS AMAZING!!!!"
Either way, god created the world.
I believe that god sent his only son to be born of a virgin, to die on the cross for my sins so that i might go to heaven and be with god eternally. He was crucified, resurrected, and transcended into heaven.
I believe that God is Love. Unfortunately, this is where i start to split off from the mainstream.
I am an adamantite supporter that people should have the right to have a gay marriage should they wish to. They are not hurting anyone else. All these laws that are created in order to remove their right seem to me to be self styled 'Christians', wishing to impose their beliefs on others.
I do not believe that is what Jesus would do. Jesus didnt hate the non believers, and force them to follow him. He loved them, and should they wish to follow him, he was their teacher waiting with open arms.
Why should we force our religion on others, when christian, in its simplest form, means Christ-Like.
However, i do believe that abortion is wrong. I believe that when someone has an abortion, they are preventing the unborn child from having a life. They are committing murder, and that is illegal.
Bottom line, i love Christ with all my heart, and strive to be closer to him. I think that Christianity in its simplest form, is love. Because of this, i do my best every day to be a friend to everyone i meet. In this way, i hope to become a beacon of Christ's love. I have a long way to go, but then again, with Christ in my heart, i have an eternity to work on it.
Sunday, July 31, 2011
Saturday, July 30, 2011
About Me- The Beginning
I have always been cloistered. I like walls. They have been an integral part of me for almost as long as i can remember. To explain this, ill start at the beginning.
From the time i was born, till i was 7 years old, i lived in Groton Connecticut, mostly with my mother and brother, but also with my Dad when he wasn't aboard a submarine going who knows where (i usually didnt know). My Dad served in the Submarine Force section of the Navy. He was a Chief Petty Officer. Although he was gone alot, i am very proud of my dad for all that he did. However, it is not suprising to say that i am closer to my mother.
From what i can remember, we were a very close and reserved family. While i participated in Cub Scouts and the like, i never knew very many people. My favorite companion was definately my Golden Retriever.
When i was seven, we moved my to the home territory of my father, Oregon. He had decided to leave the Submarine Force, deciding that 21 years was enough. I grew up thereafter mostly in Forest Grove, with a 3 month stay in Vancouver, WA. I liked to keep myself busy. For me, the happiest time of my life, was when i was so busy, i didnt have time to think.
Needless to say, while providing me with a very good resume, and a lot of life experiences, i was somewhat behind in the social aspect of life.
I didn't particularly enjoy fifth and sixth grade. I was a popular target for people that liked nothing better than to pick on others. Pretty much all of it was verbal, but even so, it was very draining at times. It was an adult leader in my local Boy Scout troop, that finally helped me out of it. While on the way to a camp out, my entire patrol was riding with one Fred Sherill. He said a lot of things that changed my life, but there was one thing in particular. I don't know how we got on the subject of verbal abuse and the like, but he had an interesting view on it. Basically, he said that while people that exploit others through verbal abuse may be in the wrong, we don't need to let it bother us. We all have these verbal pressure points. Buttons that others can press to get an emotional response out of us. However, the only person that is allowing those buttons to effect themselves, is the person under verbal assault.
That moment changed my life. And now we connect back into the original statement. I started making walls around my mind. Nobody, but the very few good get to me emotionally. It was a great triumph for me, or so i thought.
While this lead to a near impenetrable fortress around my mind, it still had its drawbacks. While i considered nearly everyone to be my friend, i had no "close" friends, in particularly of the female gender.
My only real attempt into changing that, turned out disastrous (slight hyperbole admittedly), which lead to my continued cloistering through the end of high school. I stayed busy to the point of non thinking, so as not to brood over my lack of knowledge or success in the social realm. I was happy, and i was learning a lot. I graduated with honors, top 10%, 3.84 gpa and all that jazz. Then i moved to Oregon State University.
From the time i was born, till i was 7 years old, i lived in Groton Connecticut, mostly with my mother and brother, but also with my Dad when he wasn't aboard a submarine going who knows where (i usually didnt know). My Dad served in the Submarine Force section of the Navy. He was a Chief Petty Officer. Although he was gone alot, i am very proud of my dad for all that he did. However, it is not suprising to say that i am closer to my mother.
From what i can remember, we were a very close and reserved family. While i participated in Cub Scouts and the like, i never knew very many people. My favorite companion was definately my Golden Retriever.
When i was seven, we moved my to the home territory of my father, Oregon. He had decided to leave the Submarine Force, deciding that 21 years was enough. I grew up thereafter mostly in Forest Grove, with a 3 month stay in Vancouver, WA. I liked to keep myself busy. For me, the happiest time of my life, was when i was so busy, i didnt have time to think.
Needless to say, while providing me with a very good resume, and a lot of life experiences, i was somewhat behind in the social aspect of life.
I didn't particularly enjoy fifth and sixth grade. I was a popular target for people that liked nothing better than to pick on others. Pretty much all of it was verbal, but even so, it was very draining at times. It was an adult leader in my local Boy Scout troop, that finally helped me out of it. While on the way to a camp out, my entire patrol was riding with one Fred Sherill. He said a lot of things that changed my life, but there was one thing in particular. I don't know how we got on the subject of verbal abuse and the like, but he had an interesting view on it. Basically, he said that while people that exploit others through verbal abuse may be in the wrong, we don't need to let it bother us. We all have these verbal pressure points. Buttons that others can press to get an emotional response out of us. However, the only person that is allowing those buttons to effect themselves, is the person under verbal assault.
That moment changed my life. And now we connect back into the original statement. I started making walls around my mind. Nobody, but the very few good get to me emotionally. It was a great triumph for me, or so i thought.
While this lead to a near impenetrable fortress around my mind, it still had its drawbacks. While i considered nearly everyone to be my friend, i had no "close" friends, in particularly of the female gender.
My only real attempt into changing that, turned out disastrous (slight hyperbole admittedly), which lead to my continued cloistering through the end of high school. I stayed busy to the point of non thinking, so as not to brood over my lack of knowledge or success in the social realm. I was happy, and i was learning a lot. I graduated with honors, top 10%, 3.84 gpa and all that jazz. Then i moved to Oregon State University.
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