June 23 2019
I was raised a Catholic, well, sort of. My fathers side of the family were Catholics. My mothers, atheists. My immediate family really didn’t attend church, my fathers side – the Curtis side – did attend, my Grandmother being heavily involved with the church. The only times I attended was during school at St James Catholic. My mothers side – the McCoy side- believed once you died, that was it. It seems almost a miracle that I would end up in search of spirituality with those family backgrounds, but I did and here’s how it happened.
I always believed in God in one way or another. I never really thought God was some old man in a robe and beard, sitting on a throne suspended on clouds somewhere in space, but I knew God was out there somewhere.. My idea of God has evolved over the years…
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