I am 18 years old and I'm christian. As a child, I was always taught by my mom of God, the creation of the world, and the christian faith. My dad was always atheist, didn't believe in God, in fact, he made fun of the belief calling those that did believe, "Weak-minded". It was late 2010 that my dad and I found out that my mom had been cheating on him with an imbreed douchebag (who is now my step-dad which I refuse to accept.) So my dad and I left and moved into a trailor house living in poverty. I worked, and he worked, and we made just enough money to support ourselves. During that time, my dad starting reading his bible, and became a serious christian. He read it every night, and became peaceful. He believed in the sabbath, and refused to eat pork and other unclean animals. Three months later, I came home from school to a moving truck in the front yard. My dad said he was leaving, and that I would need to either move in with my mom and that son of a bitch, or move to Mississippi and live with my aunt. He told me he was not abandoning me and said he loved me. Told me to take care of my mom, brother, and sister. He left the next day. I moved in with my mom (who had secretly got married to that family destroyer) for my brother and sister. No one knew where my dad went, no one could find him. I knew he was depressed, but never expected what had happened. On March 13, 2011. He had shot himself...
So I guess, for my dads memory, I take the christian faith to heart. I do all that he would of wanted me to do. I still question why God would do such a thing to a man that dedicated his entire life to him. But I guess that's just not my place to question. My girlfriend is a serious christian aswell, and she helps me through these times, and shows me that there really is a God. Sure the story dwelves much deeper then that, but I'm not gonna go that far.
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