Mom, Dad, there’s something I need to tell you.
This is kind of hard to understand, so you may want to sit down.
I am Christian.
You might be thinking this is your fault, or wondering what everyone else will think now that you have a Christian daughter. I just want you to know it’s not your fault, and no, this is not just a phase. I’ve thought about it a lot, and I suppose I first knew I was Christian when I started talking to another Christian girl at my school.
Even before I spoke to her directly, I could see how despite all the taunts from the students and faculty, she stayed true to her beliefs. She never became mad or lashed out, although once I did see her cry. And that made me wonder, what could possibly make someone so strong, and yet leave them so vulnerable in this society.
So I went to work. I researched this God, this Jesus, and discovered the true meaning of faith and being a Christian. Loving others more than yourself, being truly forgiven, and the promise of an everlasting home.
That was why she could do it, every time they told her how stupid she was, or said she was a close-minded intolerant freak, or pushed her down and asked her where her God was now. I stayed out of it; I didn’t help or defend her. I was taught to be tolerant and accepting of others, and was told being religions meant you were not tolerant or accepting.
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