His love never quits

Sunday, July 24, 2005

Passionate

Today was the first service I have attended since accepting Christ into my life. One thing that stood out to me is...

Worship is Passionate, it is not where you are, but who you are.

To explain more thoroughly my religious background, I have believed in several different things over the course of my childhood. I was raised in the Catholic church which my family has attended for three generations. The priest there was a man who seemed cold and indifferent to the youth within his parish. He had a good heart, but no emotion or feeling behind his sermons, leaving the church with nothing interesting to listen to. When it eventually came time for me to go through Confirmation (the accepting of the Catholic faith as your own when you reach a certain age) I didn't feel I was ready to dedicate myself to a religion that I had developed doubts within. Still active within the youth group, I decided against attending Confirmation classes. That is when the priest decided to combined the two groups, the Confirmation class and youth group, into one, so that if you were in the youth group you were getting confirmed. I grew extremely angry at the church and left.

Before I got my driver's license, I went to the Methodist church in town. Again, it didn't feel right, and at the time I was researching Buddism and Paganism. I started to call myself a Pagan, not quite sure of what branch, but none the less I knew (then) I was not Christian.

When I was able to drive, I started to shop for churches. I finally found one. For about six months I attended Java, a church youth group for the Valpariso Nazarene Church. During this time I was given the opportunity to on my own terms grow in curiousity about their teachings without being drove away by people trying to cram verses down my throat. Still unsure of Christianity, I started attending mass on Sundays. Excellent sermons, wonderful teachings, everything seemed perfect, yet I still could not look past my stubborness and pride.

This past week I attended camp with the church at Fun in the Son. There Larry Matchell was our guide, as he liked to address himself. Real is the word for him. So real, an amazing example of a true Christian, with ups and downs, but Living life. During the week I took notes on everything. What was said made more and more sense. They gave us FACTS. I am such a logical person this was EXACTLY what I was looking for. There is no denying the historical proof of the Bible. Its crazy how much original manuscripts have survived all this time.

Time for Core, the youth group, ill be writting alot more later.

With Love,

Carolyn