Theology

I must admit that taking a class on Theology scared me to death. I am person who

grew up around the church in a very minimal manner. My mom was divorced when I was

2 years old and the man she remarried, my step father, was against all religion. He had

studied to be a Catholic Priest for a good long while and just decided to change his life

and leave the church. So religious talk was really forbidden in our home. In fact, church

on Sunday consisted of my mom taking my brother and I by herself to her church, a

church she belonged to since the age of 13. We always showed up late for service and

never went to Sunday school. She was in the choir, so that left me to sneak down to the

front row, where I was required by her to sit, and try to make it not look obvious, while

she slipped into the choir chairs. I hated it. It still brings feelings of anxiety to me 30

years later. I felt anxious and watched. I was a very shy girl and it did nothing to help

that situation at all.

With that being said, I really didn’t retain much of what the pastor said. I was to

busy fighting back tears and trying to look inconspicuous. It was a great church.

Wonderful people and a very happy, lively pastor. We sung hymns and prayed and had

people give testimony but really, I learned a very minimal amount. It was something we

didn’t talk about afterwards because of my stepfather. This theology class has really

opened my eyes to questions I have had over the years about specific bible facts. It

helped piece together the web of basics I had in my head. I really love the thought of the

personal testimonies and the importance of them in sharing the gospel. I also am

intrigued at the thought of being a Christian and if it matters how they live their life.

Lastly, I have several ideas on how local church’s can do a better job in communicating

God’s...