Well in all honesty i don't really have good reasons for not going to church. If my mother knew i hardly ever went she'd be mad at me. But my dad is atheist and being that i only live with him he's not exactly jumping up and down to take me much less go with me. Even though he promised to keep me going we did for a couple of years after my mom moved but slowly but surely I stopped going.
It's kind of sad when i think about it, I used to be so strongly rooted in my church Harvest Christian Center, I was practically born there. When i was younger I'd be there up to for times a week for choir and services and small groups and all the functions we did, my childhood life revolved around church. I only hung out with church kids and even all the way up till 6th grade the kids i grew up with at church were the ones i was closest to.
In part I have to admit I'm not completely sure where my faith stands but without my mom being involved in the church and having her drag me there there was less and less incentive to go. With my friends drifting apart as we all went to middle school I stopped going to youth and small group and I would only go to a few Sunday services a year. I only go to the church camp they have every summer. Especially with me always being so busy with school or soccer and other things it's hard to make time to even go sometimes. Besides that I'm not really apart of that "church family" anymore so I feel left out even when i do go. For awhile I even started going to my best friends church instead, but i haven't even been there in awhile. I'm not sure if i can really even call my self a Christian. Mostly i just try not to think about it anymore, My conscience will sort it out later I guess.
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