My Story: A Sissy's Testimony

By; Special guest Mansup.com

When I was a young boy, my mom did the best she could in raising me. I was the oldest of five and a member of a family dealing with divorce. My mom and dad had divorced when I was four, and she had been left to raise three kids all by herself.

I had just turned seven when Mom remarried. My brother and sister and I were welcomed into a new family by my step- father. He added to our family my stepbrother. A few years later, my dad married my stepmom.

Within ten months, I had a half-brother. In total there were five of us. I then had three brothers and a sister.

During my early years, my mother and stepfather were very devout in going to church. I always tell people that by the age of twelve I had a drug addiction—I was drug to church every time the doors were open.

This was where I learned about the Bible and also where I learned to hate the church. By the time I was thirteen, I hated church so much I was causing problems at home just so I didn’t have to go.

My hatred stemmed from many reasons, but it came mostly because I began to see the hypocrisy of the church.

People saying one thing in the church and doing something different outside of it. I just couldn’t take fake people.

So this was my opportunity to separate myself from the church. It was also an opportunity for me to be overtaken by the world.

My early years in church were spent with people telling me the rules and regulations but never why I would go to hell if I didn’t follow them.

Never once was I shown how to have a relationship with Christ.

But in my justification of my hatred of religion and the hypocrisy behind it, I was just being a coward. Too scared to search for myself for the real meaning of Christianity. Deep down inside, I was a sissy.

For the next few years, I lived with my dad and stepmom. I just couldn’t handle living with my mom and stepdad always making me feeling guilty about church. Living with my dad and stepmom was like moving to another planet.

It was completely void of guilt or shame about church. I think both of them were a lot like me, in that for them church had just become a religion and no relationship.

I now had a freedom like I had never had before: freedom to express myself, to say what I wanted to say, and to do whatever I wanted to do.

This is where I began to hate everything to do with God, the church, and everyone involved with church.

Although all four of my parents were great parents, throughout my life there were times they were there for me and times they were not. There were times they lifted me up and times they let me down, and vice versa. This book is not about how I was raised, but more about how the choices I made though my life were a part of God’s sovereign master plan.