Bible - Why Thirst :: essays research papers

why ThirstJohn 413 states Jesus answered, Everyone who drinks this water will be thirsty again, but whoever drinks the water I give him will never thirst. Indeed, the water I give him will become in him a spring of water welling up to eternal life.Why ThirstI grew up in a church congregation that taught of theologys vengeance and not of Gods love. I fatigued the majority of my pre-teen, teen and adult years in fear of God. In fear of what would happen when I sinned. And of course I did sin. Instead of asking God for forgiveness for what I deemed unforgivable sins, I figured in my own mind, that since I was going to Hell, I might as well continue to sin. Today, I will share with you my life choices, my life circumstances and the plan that God had all along for my life to serve him.I ThirstedThe summertime before I went to fifth grade, my family go. I was taken start of my comfort zone with my friends I had since before kindergarten and moved to an unknown. My Mom and Dad wanted m e to be in a better direct and since my mother worked for the Board of Education, she knew the school system she wanted me to be in. The neighborhood we had just moved to had just begun to be segregated. That year I was called the N word for the first time and really the only time I could think of. I did find a friend before school started. This friend and my choice to remain her friend would begin to mold my life early on.The funny thing is the harder I try, I cannot seem to remember my friends name. She moved within the first year of my being there and besides I have a horrible memory. We played with each other over the summer and went to school in the fall. Within the first week one of the popular girls told me that if I continued to be friends with this girl, I could not be in the collection because they did not like this girl. I selected friendship over popularity and this affected my self esteem for the rest of my school years. The popular people begin avoiding me and out an d out calling me names. They would taunt me telling me how ugly I was, how my face was filled with pimples, how I was smelly, how I looked like a giraffe, and so on.