Reflection Growing up in a small rural Ohio town, I attended Presbyterian Church with my parents for as far back as I could remember. Every Sunday we would gather and hold service with our tiny congregation. The thought of seeing family members was more important at the time than worshiping God to me as a little boy. Today, many beliefs, morals, and traditions have resulted from those years as a child in that little church. Despite growing up with such a tight knit religious community, today community does not hold the same value it once did. I have grown into the belief that I can worship God without needing to actually be present for Sunday church. The ability to pray and talk to God can be done outside the confines of the church walls in my eyes. Many have said that you must attend church services to truly feel god, but I feel that being in the church does not make God’s voice any louder. Being Presbyterian does come with its central myths. These myths come directly from the bible, as do most Christians. The stories of the resurrection, the Ten Commandments, the creation of the Earth in a week, and of course the first humans; Adam and Eve. These bring back fond memories of listening to exciting tails from the bible. I would set in children’s bible study hanging on every word the teacher read. Like most religions, Presbyterians have religious rituals. Communion and baptism are the most common. I was baptized when I was a child, as were my younger brother and sister. Baptism consisted of walking to the bank of the Ohio River and the preacher, after saying a few religious prayers and statements, would dip the person into the river. This ritual symbolized that we were saved, and the doors to heaven were open to us. The most important lesson I ever took away from my religious experiences was my personal ethical system. Religion helped me