How dare you?
Three small words could never have changed a young life so drastically. Prayer works, I have seen it with my own eyes, and it is all due to an Atheist that I know this statement to be the truth.
How anyone can be so cruel to blame another for ones mistakes is beyond me, but I know that seeing your beloved die in your arms is sure to bring the worst in you.
How dare you?
It was my first time in New Mexico, I had met many new people called family, soon to meet dozens more. The smell of freshly baked French bread loomed in the entire house. Spaghetti and meat sauce was for dinner. Everything was from scratch, nothing would be used from any container that my aunt did not put in herself. She assigned me to stir the pot of the red …show more content…
The man I was to fear was no bigger than I. How can someone that seemed so kindly at first react that way in the next second? In the next few years of trying to convince my family to tell me why he is like this, I finally got it out of them; the love of his life died in his arms and there was nothing he could do to bring her back. After that he blamed God for everything bad that has happened to anyone, including a hurricane half way around the world.
At the time I never knew the truth, but I did know one thing: you never doubt someone that has breathed life into you. God has saved me multiple times and to hear the screaming of curses course through the tiny house scared me. I bowed my head and prayed that someone would be brave enough to step up against my uncle.
I walked into the house to assist my aunt Carmen with dinner. It was almost done, but the sweet melody of scents was being ruined by the cursing and yelling of my uncle. The ugly words seemed to ruin everything. My aunt was no longer the cheerful women she was ten minutes before he showed up. My grandparents did not stand up for our religion like they normally would. My other realities only sat and watched the dramatic scene play out. Finally, I have had enough of my uncle blaming God for something I’m sure has broken His heart. Still holding the spoon that I was using to stir the pot, I rushed to the living room where everyone was huddled over the
Three small words could never have changed a young life so drastically. Prayer works, I have seen it with my own eyes, and it is all due to an Atheist that I know this statement to be the truth.
How anyone can be so cruel to blame another for ones mistakes is beyond me, but I know that seeing your beloved die in your arms is sure to bring the worst in you.
How dare you?
It was my first time in New Mexico, I had met many new people called family, soon to meet dozens more. The smell of freshly baked French bread loomed in the entire house. Spaghetti and meat sauce was for dinner. Everything was from scratch, nothing would be used from any container that my aunt did not put in herself. She assigned me to stir the pot of the red …show more content…
The man I was to fear was no bigger than I. How can someone that seemed so kindly at first react that way in the next second? In the next few years of trying to convince my family to tell me why he is like this, I finally got it out of them; the love of his life died in his arms and there was nothing he could do to bring her back. After that he blamed God for everything bad that has happened to anyone, including a hurricane half way around the world.
At the time I never knew the truth, but I did know one thing: you never doubt someone that has breathed life into you. God has saved me multiple times and to hear the screaming of curses course through the tiny house scared me. I bowed my head and prayed that someone would be brave enough to step up against my uncle.
I walked into the house to assist my aunt Carmen with dinner. It was almost done, but the sweet melody of scents was being ruined by the cursing and yelling of my uncle. The ugly words seemed to ruin everything. My aunt was no longer the cheerful women she was ten minutes before he showed up. My grandparents did not stand up for our religion like they normally would. My other realities only sat and watched the dramatic scene play out. Finally, I have had enough of my uncle blaming God for something I’m sure has broken His heart. Still holding the spoon that I was using to stir the pot, I rushed to the living room where everyone was huddled over the