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The first time I went to church was when I was about four or five years old. I don’t remember anything other than the fact that I went to church with my family. After that day, my family would drag me to church every Sunday.
I learned about God, Abraham, David, Samuel and other Old Testament heroes but I never once learned about Jesus. The teachers may have taught Jesus while I was in Sunday School but I don’t remember learning about Him there.
So I always knew about God and did believe that He was a part of my life. I believed the fairy tale that this all-powerful being would care about me and my life. For some reason, I knew that He loved us and cared for us despite the struggles my family went through.
It wasn’t until the beginning of middle school when I learned about Jesus and learned about His love and sacrifice for all people. During that retreat, in the winter of 2002, I committed my life to Jesus, not knowing what I was getting myself into. From then on, it was a journey of ups and downs that has made me who I am today.
So why do I believe in God?
I believe in God because He has been there with me through everything. After my father passed away, God the Father took his place.
I believe in God because I wouldn’t be here without Him. He’s always been there to fulfill my needs and direct me in the right path. It may sound corny and fake, even, but that’s how I feel and that’s what I believe.
God has been everything to me and my family for a long time. He’s great and always has been great. I believe in God and in Jesus because there is no else worthwhile. There is nothing else for me.