If I really think about it, the last time I went regularly to church was probably twenty years ago. It might be even longer. But somewhere during my teenage years I decided that it was something I no longer cared to spend time doing. I’d probably be happy continuing this trend the rest of my life, but with the addition of my son I am now wondering if I want to bring him into a church or not.

When I was in fourth grade I ended up going to a small private Baptist school. I hated it. In fact, ‘hate’ might be too weak of a word to use. Attending that school pretty much sent me into what I remember being my first ‘depression’. I hated going to school and every day I got up and hoped that somehow it would be the last day I attended. When I was being driven...

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