I missed most of the 10 Things to Tell You prompt thanks to my visit to the Wizarding World of Harry Potter at Universal Orlando. I appreciate the call for deeper conversation on social media, and want to complete the prompts despite being outside the 10 days.

A thing that changed my world view was…

My family has attended a Southern Bapist church from before I joined the family. In fact, my parents still attend the church we joined during my middle school days.

I had never really been introduced to different denominations beyond a superficial level. I “knew” drinking was wrong, and when Jesus talked about wine in the Bible he really meant the grape juice we had with communion. I’d asked Jesus into my heart as my Savior at age 8, and understood (as much as a child could) that he died for my sins.

Required reading at my college, and one of my all time favorite books. Fiction that allows me to rethink the Easter story I otherwise take for granted.

Until I moved off to college, I’d never been presented with religious teachings outside the baptist basics – whether it be another religion or simply a denominational difference.

The school I attended affiliates with the Presbyterian church, or did almost twenty years ago. Each student received a mandatory punch card for Chapel attendance, although my memory fails on exactly how many per semester fulfilled the requirement.

I distinctly remember my shock when my Old Testament professor wore a shirt to class proclaiming “Beer is proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy.” However the moment I heard my classmates recite the Apostles’ creed, my worldview changed, or at least started to shift:

I believe in God, the Father Almighty,

the Creator of heaven and earth,

And in Jesus Christ, His only Son, our Lord,

who was conceived of the Holy Spirit,

born of the Virgin Mary,

suffered under Pontius Pilate,

was crucified, died, and was buried.

He descended into hell…

Jesus what??? I wrestled with the idea. I resisted. How dare they imply such? Nowhere in the Bible is that written. I prayed for God to reveal HIS truth, to easy my unsettled heart.

I didn’t end the questioning with a definitive answer, but a willingness to accept that perhaps I can’t fathom the sacrifices Jesus made when he came down to earth. I also walked away from my college experience with an even larger understanding that the narrow view I’d had of scripture and its interpretation couldn’t withstand the scrutiny of the real world.

Scripture itself, however, could be questioned and is strong enough to take anything uncertainty I could bring it.