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Myrrh23
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Hello!
Don’t laugh, but I don’t know why Jesus died for us. What were the reasons behind it? I always thought it was to keep God from killing all of us because of our sins. I don’t remember where I got that exactly. You see, my mother taught me that God, more or less, has a hobby of sending people to Hell. Growing up, I always feared God would send me to Hell for the slightest offense, like looking at Him the wrong way. I’m still trying to get away from that image, and my campus minister is doing a damn fine job of helping me. My mother never taught me about Jesus, and at 24 years of age, I’m trying to learn about him. For now, Jesus is a little more than a stranger to me. I’m reading The Jesus I never knew, and it’s slowly illuminating. I went to Catholic schools, but my abusive home kinda shut me down in school. I dreaded going home.
I’m very afraid to love God, because I fear that He’ll lift me up and then drop me from the great heights of spirituality when He decides I’m not good enough. Loving God, for me, is like bracing for the impact in a car crash–you know, you get that sick, tight feeling in your chest and mind.
Thanks for understanding.
Myrrh:juggle:
Don’t laugh, but I don’t know why Jesus died for us. What were the reasons behind it? I always thought it was to keep God from killing all of us because of our sins. I don’t remember where I got that exactly. You see, my mother taught me that God, more or less, has a hobby of sending people to Hell. Growing up, I always feared God would send me to Hell for the slightest offense, like looking at Him the wrong way. I’m still trying to get away from that image, and my campus minister is doing a damn fine job of helping me. My mother never taught me about Jesus, and at 24 years of age, I’m trying to learn about him. For now, Jesus is a little more than a stranger to me. I’m reading The Jesus I never knew, and it’s slowly illuminating. I went to Catholic schools, but my abusive home kinda shut me down in school. I dreaded going home.
I’m very afraid to love God, because I fear that He’ll lift me up and then drop me from the great heights of spirituality when He decides I’m not good enough. Loving God, for me, is like bracing for the impact in a car crash–you know, you get that sick, tight feeling in your chest and mind.
Thanks for understanding.
Myrrh:juggle: