i was raised in a semi-religous home. It was noe nessesarily a "Christian" home , but it was a religous home. We went to church every week to a main-line denominational church (whether we wanted to or not). My brother and I would sit through sermon after sermon wondering what it had to do with life here and now, and when it would be over. Mom and da seemed as bored as us but they kept taking us and we kept being forced to go.  Once I was in my teens i was finally told I could decide if I wanted to go or not. Of course I chose NOT. Mom and dad kept going for a while after we quit but soon they forgot about it too. I started to hang around the "bad" crowd at school and I was drawn to the "outside" people for some reason. This started me on a road of drug and alcohol abuse, at the age of fourteen I had been drunk every weekend and began experimenting with drugs. Where I lived we had neighbors that owned a store. They were the most friendly people I had ever met. They would let us wait for the school bus inside their store in the winter, and were always willing to talk with us kids. One time they invited us to their place for a "youth" night. I thought  "why not ?". So I went. It was neat hanging out with them, and eventually I found good friends with them, and through them I experienced Gods love and gave my heart to Jesus. I was changed and I was excited  about my new found faith. I told my parents what had happened to me and thought they would like to experience this too. They were shocked. They told me that it was nothing but a cult and that none of it was true. For the first time i had actually listened to my parents and forgot all about God and His love. The Story continues   Here

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