I was raised by a nominally Christian family. We went to church every Sunday, but that’s about the extent of our Christian devotion. Outside of those church walls on Sunday mornings, it wasn’t an important thing. I was a kid at the time. I didn’t read the Bible or pray, nor was I encouraged to. I wasn’t even taught that sex outside of marriage was wrong. Honestly, I didn’t even see the point in going to church. When I got a job and started working on Sundays at 16, I stopped going to church. I was pretty relieved, because I hated going. It was always incredibly boring! Just get the service over with so I can have some lunch, I always thought.
In that time Christianity wasn’t part of my life. Though I never became an atheist, religion wasn’t important to me. I lived as if God wasn’t there.
Back in 2008 when I was about 20, I began suffering from major loneliness and depression. I wanted to love and to be loved, but all of my friends were off to college, I wasn’t getting along with my roommate, and there were no potential girlfriends in town. I wanted my life to have a purpose, but I was stuck in a dead end town with a dead end job.