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Between Punk Rock and a Hard Place

29. September 2017

Features, Testimonies,

  —Jonathan Haney

I purchased a music CD the summer I was 15. My world was changed, and my life set on a direction that I never would have imagined. The CD was a Christian punk rock album.

Out of Step

I grew up in a Christian home in a smallish Kansas town. My dad had been a long-haired Jesus freak who joined the Navy. My mom is from Iceland and was raised Lutheran and Pentecostal. It seems I was born to not fit in anywhere.

My family did not have a lot of money, and I was not particularly athletic, so I scored no popularity points with my peers in those areas. I did very well in school but often felt embarrassed about my intelligence, and so I refused to apply myself to my full potential.

I believed in Jesus. Many of my early home memories involve hearing my dad sing his folk songs about Jesus, and seeing my mom reading Scripture and praying early in the morning. I cannot remember a time in my life without Christian influence, and I cannot remember a time when I did not believe in God. There was a time, however, when I thought I did not want to believe in Him.

Young and Restless

As a teenager, I wanted the same thing many teenagers want: a sense of belonging. I did not want to attain that sense of belonging through the pursuits of the typical cliques at school. Most of those groups were closed off to me, anyway. So I spent a lot of time sitting in my bedroom, just listening to the radio. The ...

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