By Noah Haverdink
I was raised in a Christian household. My parents have now been happily married for 27 years, and I have come to appreciate their relationship more every year I get older. Growing up I never really figured out the transition between doing what my parents told me, and making my faith my own. In middle school I became a façade. I did everything a ‘good’ Christian boy was to do, I memorized verses, I routinely attended church and youth group, I kept my tongue in control, I was respectful to authority, and my faith was still my parents’. This turned into pride as I grew older. I started thinking I was morally superior, because I was doing all the right things. Through maturing and a healthy high school small group environment, I started to make my faith my own. During this transitory period, I started to tackle the doubts that lured in the back of my mind.