I grew up in a Catholic home going to church when we could, taking part in Holy Communion and Confirmation. I never questioned it. I just did it because it was what I knew and was taught. I always believed everyone went to Heaven. I'd confess my sins to the priest and thought I was okay. I'd make it to Heaven as I was.
Although I remember always seeing a Bible in our home, I could never understand what was in it. I saw it as a mystery and the words within it did not apply to me. I just thought it was for all the people who lived back in that time. I figured what I was being taught now was all I needed to know out of it anyways. So I didn’t bother with it.

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