Rhetoric Of Abortion

In an outdoor amphitheater, somewhere in the mountains of California, I sat, in between hundreds of kids in staggered rows. I was looking at a man, strutting back and forth in front of a campfire, as if he were a general planning for a conquest. Every word that came out of this man’s mouth was a blur but his voice was unforgettable. Like an auctioneer yelling into the microphone, he zealously talked about Jesus and salvation. The man commanded us to ask for forgiveness and appreciate what God has done for us. A few, who have started to cry, started to mutter words of prayers, asking for forgiveness. Avoiding all eye contact with anyone, I dropped my face, ashamed of my emotional response to the speaker’s impassioned rhetoric.
To this day, I do not know why I attempted to cry like those shaking kids next to me. I felt the need to act like those around me who found God through the coarse, abrasive dictation of the …show more content…
At that time, everything seemed very true – of course, my existence began through God and I was born with sin. This kind of Catholic education continued till seventh grade, even when I had returned to the States. Although not baptized and, still, a “Christian” like my parents, I had fully immersed into the Catholic community, knowledgeable of Catholics’ way of practices inside out. It was only when I transferred to a Christian school when I realized I wanted to become fully involved with Christianity. There were no particular reasons as to why I wanted to become a devout Christian. Driving force to follow God was from the need to assimilate with those around me and cope with not living with my parents. The twelve years old I thought I could find peace and warmth in God that I was missing from my parents who were constantly traveling. By then, I no longer was a dependent only child; I chose my own religion, home, and