The Journey Is More Important Than The Beginning Or The End.

Life...

Why is life so difficult sometimes. Lately, I know I am not the only one who is struggling. I have had the great privalage of being given my friend Tory's blog address. I love reading through her entries, new and old, and finding stuff I can relate with her on. She always seemed like the expressful girl who couldn't get what was inside out. Lately though, I have seen it happening and I am very happy for her. I have seen that I am not the only one who struggled with problems such as the ones I read about. With each of her entries I stop and I think about the meaning(s) of life. How my life revolves around my life. I never really ever get to stop and read people like a story book. It's quite reassuring.

I wish I had the answers. I got into a very heated debate tonight with Molly over a certain topic that the world has been arguin about in religion and society. It stressed me out. I felt kind of like I was being outcasted for just a feeling I had. I know she meant no harm to me by it, but I couldn't help think about it. I still think its wrong, especially because the bible says so, but, I don't know how to argue against "yeah, its in the old testiment, but women were stoned for having their period too". She didn't say that tonight though... its just I don't know how to argue with someting like that. I know my pastor would. My pastor is a very smart man. i lvoe the guy. He loves everyone. Drunks, murder's, even homosexuals. He is very godly, and I wish I could be him. But I am not that educated in the religion area. I became a Christian a little over four years ago, but since then, my knowledge is vast and endless compared to then. Don't belive me? I didn't know sex before marriage was a sin. I thought it was societys way controlling kids from doing the wrong thing at the wrong time. After coming to a stale mate for power in this argument, we changed the subject. I just can't help but feel like she loves me as much now. I mean... lately, we have discovered so many opposites in our beliefs. Last night she said she see's the open to argue and she jumps on it. I mean... she is a very debatable person... VERY. Its a hobbie for her. She should be in politics. But then again.. she would rule the world if thats the case... (another discussion we got into on the phone a week or two ago). Eventually, she will decide that my beliefs may interfere with hers. Then there won't be anything after that... it will end.

I am the kind of person, who believing is more then assuming. I believe my religion is right. I have no proof, I have no evidence, nothing... But I believe, and I believe anyone I love and want to go to heavin needs my religion. I cant stand people who use the term "shove religion down their throats." Its so bad sounding. I prefer more of educating. If I made my kids come to church with me growing up, is it shoving my religion down their throats, or is it teaching them what I believe is right and safe? Isn't that what a parant is supposed to do? I mean, sure, once the kids are old enough, I cant force them to go to church anymore (well, I can.. my roof, my rules threat) but then its shoving down the throat. Thats where the miracle of the power of prayer comes in handy. But a parants job is to give, teach and show their kids what to believe is right ... and if I believe, and I mean, believe.. not just assume... my religion is right, then I will teach my kids the religion I follow and hope their hearts are in the right place. Wouldn't you want to ensure the sanctification of you children? People who don't believe the religion and just assume its right, or close enough to right and follow it, arent really to thrilled about it. I know I can't preach about living to my religion if I believe in it so much, for I have sinned. Multiple times. But I am human, and I know someone upstairs loves me for it.

Blogged by Marcus Morris at 11:57 PM