I always thought there seemed to be two types of Christians. Those who had grown up in the church and became Christians as part of a natural process, and those who were not raised in the church but at some point had a dramatic change in their life. I was neither. I was one of those kids whose parents sent them to church, but they didn't go themselves. I felt like something must be wrong. To me being a Christian wasn't something that came naturally. It also wasn't something that brought me a great sense of freedom from my past. It was a struggle. "I believe that this is true, but I'm not sure what I'm suppose to be doing." One day I began thinking; "Why am I trying so hard. What is the point." "It would be so easy to not be a Christian. I could just have a regular job and live my little life and not have to worry about this added pressure of trying to be a Christian." It was at this point that I thought of Jesus standing in the crowd, saying; "I tell you the truth, unless you eat the flesh of the Son of Man and drink his blood, you have no life in you. Whoever eats my flesh and drinks my blood has eternal life." Many of the disciples stopped following him after this and Jesus asked the twelve; "You do not want to leave too, do you?" and Peter answered him; "Lord, to whom shall we go? You have the words of eternal life. We believe and know that you are the Holy One of God." I may not know what I am suppose to be doing. I may have to struggle every day to walk the narrow path. I may not understand a lot of things, but I know who Jesus is and from that statement on there is only one direction to go.