According to the standards of this world, I did not accomplish much. I  was not a great student, nor did I accomplish great works to be talked or read about. Most people who are successful today come from an early childhood of accomplishments, and they make great stories, but that was not part of my story. In my high school year book under my name you will not read most successful, most kind, hardest worker, or most comical.  It is blank.

 

I tried Christianity to find my answers,  but no one around me was living like those in the early church that followed Christ. Most of the religions I tried to understand was full of  human-made traditions that claimed came from a god they or other people imagined like the false mirages I was finding in my dired up spiritual desert my soul had become.  The Christians I knew did not have His Word as a witness to all their traditions, ways, and teachings I heard and was taught. This caused me not  to truly believe in the Christian God most people believed in because most people were not living as He taught, as HIS Word proclaimed His early church lived and poured out. There were too many additions and subtractions, so I thought it was like every other religion that added as they went. Much like some games my siblings and I played as a child. We make up games and add rules as we played. That is fun because it is fictional games, but there is no place for make  believe rules as we search for our true love and acceptance in life. The Christian religion I was seeing looked like people were the Spiritual Potters, and they were molding and shaping God to fit their own views of who their god was they wanted to believe in. They looked like beautiful clay pots pouring out what their ears wanted to hear and eyes wanted to see.