by Karen Hart

Created on: February 17, 2009   Last Updated: March 07, 2009

My search for God didn't begin with the day my mother was trying to pull me out from my hiding place under the bed to dress me in a frilly, itchy dress at the age of five, taken to a boring place to draw and color pictures of a man named Jesus. My believe in evolution did not begin in a science classroom teaching me theories of Darwin. My father was an atheist, my mother a Christian. I was just trying to enjoy life without the thought of right and wrongs and judgement days to come. As a teen I breezed through days without much thought about a need to go to church or say a prayer. God was for the old. From my mother I learned who Jesus was and I kept Him close to my heart. I created Him for me, I didn't know Him. I used Him for my own purpose in whatever situation came up. I believe this is how our churches behave in their establishments. We have so many different religions and beliefs, it is hard for a logical thinking person to believe in any of it. How could so many different denominations come from one teaching? One we call Trinity, the Father, the Son, the Holy Ghost. The man we call Jesus. How can we as a world read from the same book (The Holy Bible) to fight, argue, and kill, to prove our love, our faith, to this same one God? This is what I saw and questioned as a young adult. How could anyone believe in such a God? In my view no one had the same God. Science had to be a more rational and peaceful road to take.

Science on the other end of the spectrum was as hard to digest as God. Scientists had the same prove to their theories of humans evolving from apes as religion had prove fruit from the tree of knowledge was an apple! Do these two realms really believe what they teach? Science (evolution) or God (creation), throw the dice! What in heavens name is truth, scince or God? So I did what any normal educated confused individual would do in a debate like this. Stop listening to the masses and do my own research. I started with Jesus. I believed if I could prove he wasn't real. Prove he wasn't who he claimed to be(The Son of God), I could put all this religious rubbish behind me. I started with the Bible, the book under all the dust. I read it from Genesis to Revelation. Opening my mind to more questions, I became curious. I needed answers arising from this book, The Bible. I searched for answers from books written by others with the same needs as mine. To find the one we search for, this man called Jesus. The harder I tried to disprove Jesus, the more

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