As a kid I hated going to church. The last time I attended I had a major temper tantrum and my father had to literally scoop me up and carry me out of there, I believe is was around 5 or 6 and we never went back. All my life I have questioned religion and had given up on leading a life centered around the belief of a “higher power”. But a few years ago my sister turned me onto a book that got my curiosity aroused and I have started to read more about it and started questioning numerous people in my life that have a strong faith. A faith that I find that I am envious of and am wishing that I had such a strong faith in something that gives so many people such joy and hope.