I spent very little time in churches when I was younger. I only went on Easter and then for a little while in my senior year of high school and I don't remember ever hearing about the devil in any of the churches I went to (probably because I never stuck around long enough). Needless to say, my mom was my only consistent spiritual guide for most of my life.
For as long as I can remember, I've not believed in hell because that made more sense to me with the little knowledge I had of God and with my innocent little heart that didn't think it possible for a loving God to punish good/kind people and send them to hell just because they didn't believe in Him.
I do believe in the devil, but it's a developing belief and one that I'm struggling to be comfortable with because for all my life, until I started talking to you and going to small group, the devil was just something that kids dressed up as for Halloween. For most of my life, the word devil was used as a joke around me, either by friends or family. So talking about the devil as a real being is unfamiliar to me and kind of uncomfortable. It just feels weird, like I’m trying to believe in the tooth fairy. I know I'll get over it as I get further through the bible and spend more time in prayer, though.
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