Faith.

Early in my life, I was a Buddhist. From what I remember, I hated it, but I was only like, 7 or 8 at the time. When I reached 10, though, my parents converted to Christianity. It was a welcome change. I learned about a whole new world of stories and history, like Noah and the Flood, and Moses. But there's a time all things change. I grew up to be a cynic. My faith in God gradually weakened over the years and hit an all time low today. In class, we were debating the importance of the Resurrection of Christ. But listening to the pastor comparing Christianity incorrectly to other religions like Buddhism, and even non-religions (Confucianism), I was dismayed. Why, I thought, should I believe in something this man also believes in if he doesn't have an understanding for other beliefs? It made no sense to me and annoyed me irrationally. I do still believe in God, but the doubts are showing.