By Irish Mark ~ I suppose, I started to get really angry with god 3 years ago around this time, as It was the end of my first year in collage, I actually remember one particular day this time 3 years back, when I was in Dublin where I studied. I had totally isolated myself and was in the park alone.My story would begin by telling you that I became a Christian when I was 15 and my mother brought my to a summer camp, Thinking back I didn't want to go, I didn't want to know any thing about Christianity and what she had said to me as their was a chance we would not be able to go, was "If the opportunity arises for us to go Its Gods will for you to be there".Now this was my summer as a new Christian, this camp was for only one week, It was a conference, take a 15yr old adolescence, away for a week with no-body he knows and people there offer you there friendship because they think you are a Christian So I went along with it, played the part and started to talk the talk on the 3Rd day, waving my hand to the worship music, It was at the end of that particular meeting that a group of youths from a church in a town 20mins from where I lived came up and talked to me, and they did so because they saw me raising my hand in the meeting and thought I was a Christian so I decided to give a shot at walking the walk.

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