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<blockquote data-quote="2PhiloVoid" data-source="post: 77428926" data-attributes="member: 167101"><p>Oh, I hear you. My life during junior high was anything but cream and pastries. The ladies never looked my way. Granted, I was an occasional pimply, four-eyed nerdish guy. With nothing to offer. Those years really sucked dirt, but as fat has it, they weren't as bad as the years in high school or those I had during my first two or three years in college. I had zicho ladies to date throughout my entire secondary education; athough I did have a few friends with whom I played wargames with.</p><p></p><p>What I definitely did have, I knew, was a dysfunctional family and a mother who suffered from severe bi-polar, schizoid depression who attempted to do herself "in" more than once because she couldn't cope with her psychogically catastrophic life. It was an unbearable trek of social gloom that I wouldn't wish on anyone.</p><p></p><p>To my detriment, and probably contributing to my lack of ability to cope myself during my first 17 years of life, Christianity was to me just some amorphous idea on the side pertaining a few Vacation Bible school summer weeks as a young child, one I barely thought about through childhood and my early to mid teenage years other than that I was aware "it" had something to do with heaven. My Christian education through that time amounted to whatever I could vaguely remember from the act of repeating the Apostle's Creed each time my family dared to darken the pews of the local liberal Presbyterian church, which probably happened one to two dozen times over a period of about two years.</p><p></p><p>Was all of the deprivation I experienced through that ongoing isolated scenario a "test" from God? I doubt it. It was just living in a void.</p><p></p><p>As for your life, I have no idea if it's a test. I don't think it is. It's just a forlorn and broken world we live in and you and I happen to be in the middle of it.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="2PhiloVoid, post: 77428926, member: 167101"] Oh, I hear you. My life during junior high was anything but cream and pastries. The ladies never looked my way. Granted, I was an occasional pimply, four-eyed nerdish guy. With nothing to offer. Those years really sucked dirt, but as fat has it, they weren't as bad as the years in high school or those I had during my first two or three years in college. I had zicho ladies to date throughout my entire secondary education; athough I did have a few friends with whom I played wargames with. What I definitely did have, I knew, was a dysfunctional family and a mother who suffered from severe bi-polar, schizoid depression who attempted to do herself "in" more than once because she couldn't cope with her psychogically catastrophic life. It was an unbearable trek of social gloom that I wouldn't wish on anyone. To my detriment, and probably contributing to my lack of ability to cope myself during my first 17 years of life, Christianity was to me just some amorphous idea on the side pertaining a few Vacation Bible school summer weeks as a young child, one I barely thought about through childhood and my early to mid teenage years other than that I was aware "it" had something to do with heaven. My Christian education through that time amounted to whatever I could vaguely remember from the act of repeating the Apostle's Creed each time my family dared to darken the pews of the local liberal Presbyterian church, which probably happened one to two dozen times over a period of about two years. Was all of the deprivation I experienced through that ongoing isolated scenario a "test" from God? I doubt it. It was just living in a void. As for your life, I have no idea if it's a test. I don't think it is. It's just a forlorn and broken world we live in and you and I happen to be in the middle of it. [/QUOTE]
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