Alright, alright...
I've talked negatively about religion, so I will now talk about the good things.
My family was like me a few years ago; they believed, and respected, the figure of God, but we weren't going to a religion. But in 2005, my family faced many terrible moments in our lives. My grandmother had died, which sent mom to a deep depression, causing her to go out and drink her guts out, something I didn't mind. But she kept doing it to the point where it began to be a bother, and it nearly caused a divorce.
My father then got very depressed to the point where he too became an alcoholic and one night just disappeared and got very drunk, standing in the middle of the roads hoping to get run over.
We also had to sell our house because we couldn't keep paying the house, something that truly hurt mom. My sister instead of helping kept blaming for not stepping in and working things out between my parents, which I didn't do because both of them had promised me they were working on it.
But the worst thing that happened was that my father was diagnosed with prostate cancer. It was the last straw for us. We felt like the world hated us and wanted us to suffer. It got so bad that I grew insecure about my family and about my friends. I too started drinking, both because I wanted to forget everything and because I was trying hard to fit in with my friends.
During this ordeal we met several people from the Adventist Christian Church. My parents first started learning about the Bible and its teachings. At first I was apathetic towards the idea and figured they would be dropping it soon. But then I heard their teachings and mom was telling to the priest how she had failed as a mother and as a wife and wanted nothing more than the forgiveness of her family, and most importantly God.
This was when I noticed that they were taking the studies very seriously. I still didn't care and hell, at first I mocked the idea as a shallow attempt. But then they started going to church on Saturdays. What really convinced me, however, that they were committed to this faith was that they got baptized, symbolizing that they were born again and cleaned of sin.
Yes, we have argued here that you can't be born again. But this was a miracle for us. They TRULY changed after they got baptized. They became better people. To me, they reverted back to the lovely people I called my parents.
Since then, no matter what issues we faced there's an aura of peace in the house. We always find a solution to everything. When they were depressed I couldn't be around them, it felt awkward all the time. Now I spent many hours talking to them about everything.
But the best part was that they respected my decision to not commit myself to this church. I explained to them what I told you guys and they didn't say anything against in. In fact they told me this...
"The reason we haven't forced you to go to Church is because you are already a great young man. You treat people with respect, you help people when they need it, you have good values, you are not a party, alcohol drinking person, you are kind and sympathetic towards people. We believe you are blessed because you have faced many trials, including being bullied by abusive people, nearly being prevented a full scholarship and even what we went through. You are special, and the only thing we ask is for you to pray more, follow the teachings, respect this religion and continue being who you are

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From that moment on, I decided to honor their newfound faith. I stopped drinking for good, and have been sober for nearly 3 years. I try to do my best with my prayers and my teachings.
Even if I disagree with some of the teachings (like the ones I mentioned before) I am grateful that they helped my parents realize the error of their ways and find a path towards peace and happiness as both a couple and a family.
That's why I haven't completely ditched our faith because I saw with my eyes how it transformed us as people and as a family. I still question some things, but I am grateful in that my parents understand that you can't shove a religion down someone's throat and to let people have their faith and be happy with their lives, just like they did

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