that first time I walked in a church...
It's been over six months since I've lived in this city and I'm just starting to realize that the people I've become friendly with are people who attend church and people who pray. I've never really discussed "God" or my religion with others when I lived in California. Honestly, it's new to me and I'm having trouble describing how I really feel. As I write in this blog, I am slowly trying to organize my thoughts about whether I am religious. In my younger years, I have attended many Buddhist prayer sessions, sat on the floor like every other Buddhists, moving each prayer beads one by one while reciting the mantras like I was taught to. I never really understood what the prayers meant or why it was important to pray. I also never recall having discussions with my parents about what it means to be a Buddhist. Then there was one time when I was invited by a friend's family to attend Sunday church. I was probably 14 or 15 years old. At first I di...