Finding Myself I attended mass every Saturday night with my parents,and somethimes on Sunday mornings, and listened to the priest talk of a God who stood above me, an unreachable source of strength. This God loved me, but sinners should beware of his wrath. It was a confusing message to me, one that didn't allow any slack for my humanness. Why would God make me fallible yet expect perfection? Maybe there were people who …showed first 75 words of 582 total…

…showed last 75 words of 582 total…I was feeling rather confident. Each person shared what their solo communion with Jesus had meant to them. When it came time for me to share, I considered the beliefs already thrown out on the table. The talk of hell and damnation was the foremost in my mind and it was with some reluctance I shared, "I don't believe in hell. The only hell I believe exists is that which we create in our minds."