Today my mom picked me up and we went for lunch at Pizza Ranch. A lady my mom knew stopped by our table to chat about a new church they tried today. It's was a church where they speak in lounges. Growing up in a Baptiste church this fascinated me. They were dancing in the isles and talking but you couldn't understand what they were saying. Supposedly they are speaking to God and only God can understand them. I find its fascinating. How do u know what to say when you are not making sense? Does God really understand? Then I started thinking about other religions. Worshiping Mother Mary, the statue Buddha, and other statues. How does one choose a religion? Is it predisposed by what you grew up with? Do people usually follow the religion of their parents? If you were raised not believing in religion do you go your whole life not believing? All of these questions rushed through my head. I feel no matter what religion you have, there always going to be unanswered questions