Sorry guys about keeping you hanging in there, it's been on hell of the past few days so I didn't think it was the best to write knowing that I might say something that I regret.
I was reflecting on what I could possibly talk about and in the recent week I've been struck with so many issues to do with faith and God and it is for this reason that I thought that I might just share a few points about my faith in God and in Christ.
It's a really huge story that I can't get through in one hit so just showing certain aspects of my Christian life might be easier for everyone to follow.
So anyway....It first started way back in year 4 when I moved to a Catholic school. I had RE most days and I was involved with some masses at the school. I didn't quite understand what I was getting myself into. I spoke to my parents about getting baptised in the Catholic Church (I was baptised by water in the Anglican Church) and we discussed it for a while, we even spoke to the school's sister; nothing eventuated though. When it came to moving to a high school, my parents thought that I should go private rather than public.
Whilst I was [there] I got in some pretty heavy stuff. I decided to become a Buddhist after hearing an RE lesson on the topic but it never really developed into anything. Then came the satanic stuff. I got into Magic and worshipping devils and such. I even considered myself a prophet and a medium. I realise now that the marks of those days still affect me now. I think it was mostly due to escape though. I was bullied a lot and I think that when I was in those states I had power. I would create this little world of my own where I was the boss and everything was dictated by me, a tyrant to those who disobeyed and challenged me. It was whilst this happened that I found the Christian God and started to accept that way of life. My conversion to Christianity was heavily influenced by a combination of two things. My love for fantasy and my love for power. So what got me into worshipping devils and stuff, carried over to what I wanted to get out of my relationship with God. This never really got me anywhere though. I was in worship one minute and the next I'd be going off and drawing or trying to converse with the dead.
I wasn't a good Christian was I?
Next week I'll be looking more into my past in the satanic and I'll also be talking about something that's actually deep to my heart, social justice. So two blog posts will be on the cards for next week, can't wait!
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