I Missed the Gospel in Church
I grew up in a home that went to church weekly. We sat in the front row. We served in the church.
And somehow I missed the gospel.
Somehow I thought I had to do certain things to *make it* into heaven.
There were blocks that needed to be checked. Things I needed to do to please God.
But, despite checking those blocks, Jesus meant nothing to me in my everyday life. He was a good guy that we were *supposed* to emulate, but nothing more. Sure, I made certain sacraments and did all the “right” things according to my church tradition, but the gospel had never truly penetrated my heart.
And so I lived my early life as a church-going, youth group-attending unbeliever.
-I dabbled in the occult and Buddhism.
-I was an insecure, narcissistic little con-artist in the making.
-I was sexually immoral.
-I experimented with drugs and alcohol.
-I was bitter and angry, and made lying and blame-shifting a hobby, refusing to take responsibility for my own actions.
And I was miserable. [Read more…]