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My name is Steven. Vincent Black is a childish name I came up with years ago in middle school, and I don't like coming up with new usernames, it requires a level of creativity I don't usually excercise, and to be fair, I do like to use similar names on all the sites I visit, so I remember them easier.
I go to a Calvary chapel. I am non-denominational and personally, I don't put much stock into Denominations, the many churches that the Apostle Paul wrote to were all different, had their own views on things once in a while, had their own things they did well that they were commended for, and had their own stumbling blocks that needed being brought to their attention. I feel that is no different today.
I was raised in a christian family, but when my mom and dad split up at a very young age I was very depressed. I told God to leave me alone for awhile, and over the years it just got worse. Eventually it reached a crescendo in middle school to High School years, I capitalize one because I remember much of one but not the other, I've spent a major part of my life living in a blur, ignoring everything around me by focusing music, books, movies, fantasy stuff, always escaping reality. One school was real for me, the one before was not. Anyways, I literally cried to sleep one night just asking God to end me, and put me out of my misery. I'm mildly autistic, and have spent the better part of my life despised, picked on, and bullied by the entire school no matter where I went to. It was the greatest in Middle School, I now capitalize because I am utilizing one of hte few memories I have, where a certain teacher Mr. Wallace, condoned, encouraged, and participated in the concept that I was worthless, stupid, childish, and it was okay for me to be picked on and cursed, and such with little reason other than I was mildly hyper-active, desperate to get people to like me by making them laugh, and just trying to get along.
Well, I fell asleep that night crying nad such, and I think in some way I either just finally vented, or God just heard my prayer and killed off all the depression and emotional instability I had built upon in my life. When I woke up the next morning, the sun was shining, there was a breeze throughout hte whole building, I felt refreshed and new, and at the time I was going to the Attic, a popular Baptist church though we have never been a denomination personally, we just believe and worship God pure and simple. Soon after I started paying attention ot God more, and I've been baptised once or twice after that to be sure that God knew I wanted to turn around, and I've prayed to him in as much as I could comprehend and continually ask Him to make Himself my Lord and sweep everything else away if it is in His way. I pray for sanctification, I pray immediately when any thoughts enter my mind that are bad, I pray when I see someone who needs Him. And I pray that somehow, the Lord will use me to do something worthwhile and for his Glory, and that I find a joy in it like nothing else has ever done before.
I go to a Calvary chapel. I am non-denominational and personally, I don't put much stock into Denominations, the many churches that the Apostle Paul wrote to were all different, had their own views on things once in a while, had their own things they did well that they were commended for, and had their own stumbling blocks that needed being brought to their attention. I feel that is no different today.
I was raised in a christian family, but when my mom and dad split up at a very young age I was very depressed. I told God to leave me alone for awhile, and over the years it just got worse. Eventually it reached a crescendo in middle school to High School years, I capitalize one because I remember much of one but not the other, I've spent a major part of my life living in a blur, ignoring everything around me by focusing music, books, movies, fantasy stuff, always escaping reality. One school was real for me, the one before was not. Anyways, I literally cried to sleep one night just asking God to end me, and put me out of my misery. I'm mildly autistic, and have spent the better part of my life despised, picked on, and bullied by the entire school no matter where I went to. It was the greatest in Middle School, I now capitalize because I am utilizing one of hte few memories I have, where a certain teacher Mr. Wallace, condoned, encouraged, and participated in the concept that I was worthless, stupid, childish, and it was okay for me to be picked on and cursed, and such with little reason other than I was mildly hyper-active, desperate to get people to like me by making them laugh, and just trying to get along.
Well, I fell asleep that night crying nad such, and I think in some way I either just finally vented, or God just heard my prayer and killed off all the depression and emotional instability I had built upon in my life. When I woke up the next morning, the sun was shining, there was a breeze throughout hte whole building, I felt refreshed and new, and at the time I was going to the Attic, a popular Baptist church though we have never been a denomination personally, we just believe and worship God pure and simple. Soon after I started paying attention ot God more, and I've been baptised once or twice after that to be sure that God knew I wanted to turn around, and I've prayed to him in as much as I could comprehend and continually ask Him to make Himself my Lord and sweep everything else away if it is in His way. I pray for sanctification, I pray immediately when any thoughts enter my mind that are bad, I pray when I see someone who needs Him. And I pray that somehow, the Lord will use me to do something worthwhile and for his Glory, and that I find a joy in it like nothing else has ever done before.
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