I was born into a a Catholic home, and went to a convent.
The Mass (at that time, was in Latin), I could not understand a word. The nuns made me so scared of God that I only prayed to Mary. I alswys get the giggles when I am nervous, ever time I HAD to go to confession, which was every Friday, I used to giggle through the whole procedure and spend ages 'saying penance'.
I spent three hours on my knees on Good Friday, or it was a 'mortal sin'. Because I was a bit michievous, the nuns made my school life a misery.Unlike some people, I honestly can't say, I'd love to be back at school. I hated it. I suffered from a terrible rejection problem.
I lived in Europe for 3 years, became an athiest. Yes, I read all the books, Ayan Randd, Velokofsky, you name it. But it did'nt make me any happier inside myself.
Nine years later I lived in Australia, and I met some Born Again Christians. I just KNEW, by watching them and what they had, I desperately needed. Iv'e never looked back.
2007-08-23
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