Personal Essay On Religion And Reading

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Religion and Reading When I was growing up, my mother would read to us every night. We would read the bible and the stories of David and Goliath or Daniel in the lion's den would always keep me on the edge of my seat, but the amusement would not last long. When my siblings and I were young, my Mother started taking us to church. Young and naive, we learned to sit quiet and listen to the pastor. We would just be easily entertained sitting in the pews messing with pamphlets. Trying to read the pamphlets in our broken English. As we got older, we started seeing going to church as a task or a chore, but the need to occupy myself and read in those situations out shown my disinterest in the sermon. We would argue and complain with my Mother, but she would just drag us to church anyway without letting me bring a book to occupy myself, just the bible that I could not understand in its far superior English.
When I was a kid, my sister and I would run up the stairs so my Mother could read to us. She read from the Christian Holy Bible and would read us these stories about powerful people who
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She wanted us to share her world and she wanted us to embrace our religion, so I do not blame her for dragging us on our heels to church. I also don't blame myself and my sister for the disinterest in the church. We were kids, we enjoyed reading and we enjoyed learning. Bored out of our minds, we only had the words of the pastor to occupy us. The stories my Mother once read to us were watered down and not as exciting. The pastor's voice would be monotone to us, but to adults it seemed as if every word he spoke would be spoken with brilliance. Every word he spoke had all the adults in awe the same way my Mother had me in awe. The reading my Mother did for my sister and I made us want to develop our reading and writing