I would have chosen a different title for this piece. I like its irony, however, seeing that I hardly identify with being rebellious or Protestant. And, I leave my titles up to the editor's because it's their blog and I am rarely attached to one enough to fight for it. I tend to trust writers with more experience.
Regardless, here is a short piece on when I began my relationship with the Lord, or rather, He began His relationship with me. I am pleased to report I have been poorly serving God for half of my life now. And I wouldn't have it any other way.
Becoming a Protestant Rebel
When I was 16 years old, I rebelled like any other typical teenager. However, unlike most other kids my age, I did not step out in order to date, drink, pierce or ink. Oh no, I reached straight up and over the heights of the rebellion box. I left the Catholic Church and joined a Protestant youth group. Read more...
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