The Luke Project

Who is Jesus and Why Should I Care?  This is a question that stayed with me for way too many years. I grew up in a house divided. My Dad was an atheist, and my mom was a Christian. She would take my brother and I to Sunday School and church while we pleaded to stay home with Dad. I was bullied very heavily in elementary and middle school during the week, and then on the weekends, had to go to church, where those same bullies were, along with others. They acted so nice when they were with their families and in Sunday School; however, it was during the breaks between Sunday School and church, and at school that they showed a different side. We were taught that Jesus loved us; however, I did not feel love. I felt not good enough, shame, and judged. I felt like Jesus was someone who looked down on me from up above and was judging my every move so that he could throw me below into the pit of fire when he found out who I really was. I was shy, sad, and full of fear and anger. I felt misunderstood by others, but could not find the voice to speak up and let anyone in.