By Lydia M
I grew up as a cradle Catholic in a very strict home in El Paso, Texas, with two wonderful parents who tried to raise my brother, my sister and me, the best they could. We went to church every Sunday but I lived a very worldly life. Even though I always believed there was a God, I only called on him when I needed him or when I needed something but I really didn’t have a relationship with Jesus. For some reason my friends thought that I was religious because I wasn’t involved in doing a lot of the bad things that they were involved in doing, and also because I was a member of my local church choir. But quite honestly, I just wanted to fit in with them.