Each weekend would consist of: staying out with friends until after bar hours, drinking every kind of drink in sight, partying with people that I know are bad influences. Over all, I had no self control once a drink was in my hand. And after a few too many mistakes things started to fall apart.Read More
... I almost always did go to church on Sunday, even if it meant going extremely hungover, you know how it is….didn’t want to disappoint Mom. And besides I wanted to go to church because whenever I die I want to go to heaven, and I thought that as long as I made it to church I was doing my end of the deal.
My thought process about God was pretty simple: “If I Show up for church, I get to heaven when I die, because after all, that’s when you meet God”...Read More