I grew up with certain beliefs. I wasn't a strong Christian. After my father passed away, I pretty much said to hell with the church. I blamed God to the point that I stopped believing. I turned to other resources for spiritual help. Some were good, and actually taught me something, or gave me some sort of moral...whatever you want to call it. Others where just not what I was looking for.
I started realizing that I put together my own belief system, even if I did believe in Christ. One of the best ways to explain this is with a line from a movie I like. "Your vision of Christ is mines worst enemy."
But on top of all that I started to form my beliefs on other things to like, family, friends, all sorts of stuff.
I mean, its the same thing that everyone does. But where this starts to get me is when I begin to find out that the beliefs I had when I was a teen, slowly decay as I bet a little older and things happen to me.
As the waves of life sweep in they slowly chip away at the bedrock of my life...the very foundation that holds everything up.
I'll explain more some other time. Thanks for reading.
