I'm just wondering how many are actually following this blog... so, EXPERIMENT TIME!!!!!
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Friday, October 29, 2010
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
the announced end of my story.
attention: I will not finish my story. after the story of listening to father John Corapi, there is nothing else interesting about my life. if you want the sum up, it goes like this:
"I grew in prayer and I know still that I have a long way to go to even hold a candle's light compared to the burning fire I find in those I am surrounded by."
that's really it.
thank you.
"I grew in prayer and I know still that I have a long way to go to even hold a candle's light compared to the burning fire I find in those I am surrounded by."
that's really it.
thank you.
Saturday, October 23, 2010
Warriors for Christ: Part 2 of the prideful story
it was during that summer that I was in a car with my dad, and my life began to change. my dad, who was renewed with his zeal for the church (beforehand in Pullman, there was less prayer and less zeal, in my retrospect) put in a CD he had found and bought online, it was titled "Father John Corapi's Amazing Story."
he told me to listen to it while I was in the car, and I thought "oh, crap. this is gonna be some story that will just be all flowers and rainbows about God." I was thankfully wrong.
after listening to his story about his return to God, I was (in my mind) not affected by it. in retrospect, I know why this CD had changed my life. it had changed my life because it was the first time I actually listened to a preist who challenged my life and how I lived it! beforehand, I had only listened to priests who spoke words of flowers and rainbows! all they had done was stroke my ego on being Catholic, AND I WAS FINALLY TIRED OF IT! I know now that, deep down, I wanted a challenge in being Catholic. I wanted a challenge to actually live out my faith!
but now, to continue my story...
so, after a summer working at a Boy Scout Camp, I began to read my required books for homeschooling. I didn't like it, and was actually adamantly against a few books.
the one that I was most against was titled "Jesus Christ, Lord of History." My thoughts were "'lord of history??' Jesus wasn't influential to any of history, he didn't do anything to history!" history to me was like science to me at that time: completely and refreshingly void of God's influence. They could fret and fight but, to me, they were powerless to change it.
nonetheless, it was required that I do my homework and read this abomination of a book. I began reading with a skeptical mind, and when I finished reading the second chapter, I had my claims of Christ's non-influence wiped away by complete reason and evidence provided in this book; so I began to read more. This book had become my defibulators to my already-dead concience. it had now started speaking up again, and what it had to say was what had changed my life, for it began speaking in broken record format. If I did anything that God would object to, my conciense would start repeating words that someone had said that would get me to stop, and he would say them over and over until I stopped. and he still does do that more than he actually speaks to me.
this book had brought me closer to God, and I was beginning to learn to love the Faith. but I was still not living it out to the full. I was no longer a vocal supporter for abortion and gay rights, but I was not speaking out against it either. I was too scared to live out my faith.
eh, I'll finish this later.
he told me to listen to it while I was in the car, and I thought "oh, crap. this is gonna be some story that will just be all flowers and rainbows about God." I was thankfully wrong.
after listening to his story about his return to God, I was (in my mind) not affected by it. in retrospect, I know why this CD had changed my life. it had changed my life because it was the first time I actually listened to a preist who challenged my life and how I lived it! beforehand, I had only listened to priests who spoke words of flowers and rainbows! all they had done was stroke my ego on being Catholic, AND I WAS FINALLY TIRED OF IT! I know now that, deep down, I wanted a challenge in being Catholic. I wanted a challenge to actually live out my faith!
but now, to continue my story...
so, after a summer working at a Boy Scout Camp, I began to read my required books for homeschooling. I didn't like it, and was actually adamantly against a few books.
the one that I was most against was titled "Jesus Christ, Lord of History." My thoughts were "'lord of history??' Jesus wasn't influential to any of history, he didn't do anything to history!" history to me was like science to me at that time: completely and refreshingly void of God's influence. They could fret and fight but, to me, they were powerless to change it.
nonetheless, it was required that I do my homework and read this abomination of a book. I began reading with a skeptical mind, and when I finished reading the second chapter, I had my claims of Christ's non-influence wiped away by complete reason and evidence provided in this book; so I began to read more. This book had become my defibulators to my already-dead concience. it had now started speaking up again, and what it had to say was what had changed my life, for it began speaking in broken record format. If I did anything that God would object to, my conciense would start repeating words that someone had said that would get me to stop, and he would say them over and over until I stopped. and he still does do that more than he actually speaks to me.
this book had brought me closer to God, and I was beginning to learn to love the Faith. but I was still not living it out to the full. I was no longer a vocal supporter for abortion and gay rights, but I was not speaking out against it either. I was too scared to live out my faith.
eh, I'll finish this later.
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
warriors for christ
I'm gonna tell you a little bit about myself because I am a very prideful being and need to blow up that pride on my own personal blog!!! yayy!!!
to start off: I am not myself and Catholic, I am Catholic and myself. the difference is between whether we are Catholic by incident of birth or force, or chose to take the plunge into the Catholic faith. for about 17 years I was one of those who happened to be Catholic by birth, a "cradle catholic" by definition. I didn't know snuff about the catholic faith, it's history, it's stance, or even the role of the pope. When I was 15, the attacks against my faith were brought to light. For the first time I was challenged as a catholic to find a stance, and instead of finding out that stance, I decided to take the popular vote. I soon became a supporter of abortions thinking "this is not a matter for a man... this is the woman's problem, let them duke it out."
As I started to fall deeper into the pit of popularity, I began to support gay rights and marriages and I began to hate the Church. instead of thinking "I gotta go to church" on Sunday, I was thinking "church is a waste of my time." and it only fed the fires. I began to become friends with an avid atheist who, at every chance, began to rag on the church, saying that it was filled with immorality and led by a corrupt pope. I began to believe him. I began to see flaws in the people of the Church, and instead of doing something to stop them, I did NOTHING! I began to doubt my faith and God and think that it was useless to pray, because He would not listen because I began to doubt even in His existence!
when my father and mother decided I would be doing homeschooling, I threw a fit. That is the only way of saying it: I threw a fit. I yelled and screamed that I would never be doing homeschooling... especially Catholic homeschooling because I believed and was afraid that I would be brainwashed into being Catholic like my parents. Finally, my father said "you have a choice: do homeschooling, or live somewhere else." and so, I was homeschooling.
some time soon I will come out with part two!
to start off: I am not myself and Catholic, I am Catholic and myself. the difference is between whether we are Catholic by incident of birth or force, or chose to take the plunge into the Catholic faith. for about 17 years I was one of those who happened to be Catholic by birth, a "cradle catholic" by definition. I didn't know snuff about the catholic faith, it's history, it's stance, or even the role of the pope. When I was 15, the attacks against my faith were brought to light. For the first time I was challenged as a catholic to find a stance, and instead of finding out that stance, I decided to take the popular vote. I soon became a supporter of abortions thinking "this is not a matter for a man... this is the woman's problem, let them duke it out."
As I started to fall deeper into the pit of popularity, I began to support gay rights and marriages and I began to hate the Church. instead of thinking "I gotta go to church" on Sunday, I was thinking "church is a waste of my time." and it only fed the fires. I began to become friends with an avid atheist who, at every chance, began to rag on the church, saying that it was filled with immorality and led by a corrupt pope. I began to believe him. I began to see flaws in the people of the Church, and instead of doing something to stop them, I did NOTHING! I began to doubt my faith and God and think that it was useless to pray, because He would not listen because I began to doubt even in His existence!
when my father and mother decided I would be doing homeschooling, I threw a fit. That is the only way of saying it: I threw a fit. I yelled and screamed that I would never be doing homeschooling... especially Catholic homeschooling because I believed and was afraid that I would be brainwashed into being Catholic like my parents. Finally, my father said "you have a choice: do homeschooling, or live somewhere else." and so, I was homeschooling.
some time soon I will come out with part two!
Sunday, October 17, 2010
first blog introduction
su cuy'gar, ner vode! it seems that I have been coerced into blogging, so, now I introduce the first blog of my blogging life! (I pray it may continue.) to the vode who see this: hello! to the people who were crazy enough to think of such a strange title to search (probably on google) please, have fun!
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