I love programs about hauntings, haunted places and all things paranormal. Any time that type programming was on, you would find me in front of the television, binge watching even.
My family would tell me since I was watching so much of all that negative stuff it would surely bring it into our home. My fascination also included cryptids. There were some things I never had to wonder about; I just knew they were a reality, but how? How did I know? Most people needed proof...they would believe it if they saw it for themselves. Not me. I was the exact polar opposite of that. You would have to convince me that they don't.
I was raised in the protestant faith but somehow I felt something important was missing. Formal church services were never giving me what I needed. I considered myself a bad person for not enjoying church. I just felt it was a matter of going through the motions. For the most part, it felt meaningless to me. I thought to myself, surely I am not the only one feeling like this. I totally enjoyed teaching the children's sunday school class or helping in the kitchen during potluck dinners we had on occasion. I enjoyed the layed back prayer meetings we had on Wednesday nights. However, those formal church services were not for me;
A feeling of guilt washing over you when there was an altar call.
When groups would go up front to pray, I was in, but do not expect me to walk the church isle alone drawing attention to myself. If it had been left to me to go to the front to receive my salvation, it would never have happened. Something just seemed off to me, but at that time, I was very unsure of what it could be. I assumed that I was the issue.
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