Can't Break Me
I knew it was going to happen sooner or later. He said it would. I have been questioned, spat at, made fun of, and condemned for my belief in Jesus Christ; whom I DO believe died on the cross to save us from our sins. I have an account on a website that is made for posting about things that upset you or things that you've been thinking about. Well, I'll be honest. It's a site for people with serious depression that consider suicide or have attempted it and survived.
I made a post last night that was not being judgmental, hateful, or condemning to anyone else and their beliefs. All I mentioned was that I have been far from God lately, and that I need Jesus. Two people commented on the post with, "Let me ask you this: why does God let bad things happen to us if he loves us so much?", and "Yea, he sent his ONLY son to die. That's nice."
It made me a little upset to hear such, but I replied nicely, and even thanking the two for reading and commenting. These types of events make me feel stronger in my faith, and there's no way in Hell these types of people are going to change my mind or influence me.