Developing a personal relationship with God
My earliest memory of religion is waking up early on Sunday mornings and going to church with my Dad and brother. Back then I didn't actually understand why we had to wake up at the crack of dawn and HAVE to go to church. Me and my brother just knew it was a requirement and there was no way we were getting out of it. After the dynamic in my household changed, we did not attend church as often. Occasionally, I would go to church with my mom and every now and then I would be invited by friends to attend their churches. When I got older it was a bit more consistent when I tagged along with my brother, but that came to an end too, eventually. I know so many of us can relate to this sort of introduction. Although those early days were not some of the best memories, one thing that I did enjoy was the exciting, memorable feeling of the music that echoed throughout the church building. Till this day I can remember so many of the songs word for word. However, it wasn't until a couple of...