I always regretted not asking more questions. It is normal to have doubt and questions, despite what some people may say, and I always wish I had expressed that more. Although, who knows where I would be if I had. Would I have found the right answers, rooted my faith in God, and not even be in this class because I chose to take Campus Ministry? Would I have gotten in trouble for “being disruptive” by asking the questions that do not really have answers? My favorite of those is “if God is great, why do terrible things happen?” Questions like that still intrigue me, but I know I am never going to come up with an answer. The truth is, there is a universal idea that there are two options: believe in something or nothing. A comedian that I enjoy,
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I am someone who has been raised Catholic, but has questioned everything under the sun since about the age of twelve. I know what I want to believe, and that’s the difficult part. If I were to describe my faith using just one word, it would be “confused.” Because I am. I spent a pretty significant chunk of my life going to Mass every week and believing everything told to me in school without question. But, somewhere along the line, I hit a wall. Very briefly I rejected the idea of God as a whole, but now I am somewhere in the middle. So, to pick a color for my faith, I would choose a pastel yellow. It isn’t a strictly positive or negative reflection of how I feel about my faith, but it is accurate. It isn’t bright yellow t-shirt believer, but it also isn’t dark, mustard, corduroy jacket nonbeliever. Both of those colors are very polarizing. Pastel is neutral, undecided. So am …show more content…
My interests have changed, my career thoughts have changed, my hair has changed, and I have become a different person from freshman year. Nevertheless, I have been the same level of confused for about four years now. Overall, my experience at St. Thomas has not truly affected my faith. I try not to let my surroundings and environment affect what I believe, though I do tend to be very malleable in my friendships. I just think that in the multiple spiritual autobiographies I have written, my thoughts on my own faith have not drastically changed. I went from not wanting to define where I was, to accepting that I stand somewhere in the
I am someone who has been raised Catholic, but has questioned everything under the sun since about the age of twelve. I know what I want to believe, and that’s the difficult part. If I were to describe my faith using just one word, it would be “confused.” Because I am. I spent a pretty significant chunk of my life going to Mass every week and believing everything told to me in school without question. But, somewhere along the line, I hit a wall. Very briefly I rejected the idea of God as a whole, but now I am somewhere in the middle. So, to pick a color for my faith, I would choose a pastel yellow. It isn’t a strictly positive or negative reflection of how I feel about my faith, but it is accurate. It isn’t bright yellow t-shirt believer, but it also isn’t dark, mustard, corduroy jacket nonbeliever. Both of those colors are very polarizing. Pastel is neutral, undecided. So am …show more content…
My interests have changed, my career thoughts have changed, my hair has changed, and I have become a different person from freshman year. Nevertheless, I have been the same level of confused for about four years now. Overall, my experience at St. Thomas has not truly affected my faith. I try not to let my surroundings and environment affect what I believe, though I do tend to be very malleable in my friendships. I just think that in the multiple spiritual autobiographies I have written, my thoughts on my own faith have not drastically changed. I went from not wanting to define where I was, to accepting that I stand somewhere in the