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Most people who are brought up in Christian households never question their faith. More often than not, they are given no good reason to doubt their beliefs; they assume that God is gracious and loving. Society views religion as a source of goodness and charity. It is commonly believed that to oppose religion is to oppose all such goodness and charity that is stipulated to be with it. For most of my childhood, I believed all of these things. Growing up, I was never forced to go to church, but I did so because my parents did and I thought it was ‘fun’. I went to church every week naively believing that God was just. Like so many others, I never challenged the Christian ways that had been spoon-fed to me; I had no reason to. That is until I began to see acts of violence, tragedy, and evil greatly outweigh acts of love performed by this so-called compassionate God. My faith was truly challenged and destroyed three summers ago. It was a day just like any other. The kind of day that you look back on and realize that it was the perfect day for everything to go wrong. Summer vacation had just started, so I spent the majority of my days relishing the fact that I didn’t have to worry about homework or studying. Any recognizable sleep pattern was practically non-existent as it was lost somewhere between having to wake up excruciatingly early and having the freedom to sleep all day if I wanted.
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