Desired to be Accepted

My name is Kanisha, and I am a Christian teen. Sure, I know it's a great thing that I'm a Christian and that I love God with all my heart, but it doesn't make my life any easier.

 Many people can never just accept you for who and what you are. People always try to find a way to make sure that you make a mistake, then they go off and they tell the whole world. Well, I lived to tell about it. This is my story.

 It was 6th period, my science class, and it's my favorite class of all time. So I sat down, ready for the bell to ring. When it finally did, my teacher announced that we would be doing a project in groups. I was sat in a group that had mostly all of my friends in it. Except one boy who was an atheist. It's not that he was my enemy, it's just that since this was the only class we had together, we barely ever talked to each other. So, as we were working on our projects, he sparked up a conversation.

 "I hate Christians," he said. "What's the point of obeying one god that you can't even see?"

 I told myself to stay calm, but of course, that's hard to do, seeing that I am a very devoted Christian and it's my way of life. But, somehow, some way, I stayed calm. . . "I don't appreciate you talking about Christians like that,"

 I said, in the calmest voice I could possibly imagine. "It's not fair of you to judge a religion like that when you have never even tried it."

 "I've tried it," he replied, "and I hate it. It's useless."

 Then I didn't say anything, because I knew that I would have yelled at him for talking about God like that. Even when I didn't say anything, all of my friends, who happen to be Christians also, defended my cause. But I was just as quiet as can be. . .

The arguing went on and on until my science teacher ended the conversation because our work wasn't getting done. I went home that day thinking hard about the events that took place in my science class. I decided that I was glad that I hadn't said anything more to the boy. I knew that he was only trying to provoke me into anger, as many atheists have tried to do to me. I don't have any problem with him detesting God like he does, because that's what he believes. But when he started criticizing me and stepping in to my territory of religion, those words really stung.

The next day, school went by as it usually did. I didn't have an encounters with the atheist boy and surprisingly, he didn't repeat his act of trying to provoke me. That night, I had church, and it was thurally encouraging. I went home happy that I had went. All of my problems seemed to fade away. Until we got home. . . When we pulled up into my driveway, we noticed that someone had burned down our mailbox, which had a cross embedded into it, and our front door was burning. It had a cross centered on the front of it. My dad immediately called the police. When the police came over, they asked me a series of questions. Surprisingly, they asked me if I had any encounters with any atheists, jews, or anyone else who could be against my religion. I told him what had happened the day before with the atheist in my classroom. The police left, hoping to find out who the culprits were.

 Not even one whole week later, we got a phone call from the police saying that they had found out who did it. Turns out the atheist in my class and 3 of his buddies had done the damage to my house. Today he is still in YDC, Youth Detention Camp, along with his 3 buddies. I have a strong desire to be accepted for who I am to this day. I still have struggles with my Christianity, and sometimes even my friends don't agree with me. But my love for Christ is stronger than any hurtful remarks someone can throw at me. No cross, no crown. If I suffer here on earth, I will one day reign with my father in Heaven. That's more important to me than anything anyone can say.

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