Myself and my 2 older sisters were all baptised like good little Greek kids living in Australia. Went along with mum to church most Sundays.
Still kept taking her 30 years later ... It made her happy.
To us kids, it the thought of God being real didn't even enter our minds in all these years... It just made old Ma happy...
I went to a Christening last year, sat through the service, I actually was disgusted with some of the wording of the minister.
(While Baptising her, he'd say: and she was born in sin and thus she shall die in sin, etc...) I felt like bashing the old bastard!
Still kept taking her 30 years later ... It made her happy.
To us kids, it the thought of God being real didn't even enter our minds in all these years... It just made old Ma happy...
I went to a Christening last year, sat through the service, I actually was disgusted with some of the wording of the minister.
(While Baptising her, he'd say: and she was born in sin and thus she shall die in sin, etc...) I felt like bashing the old bastard!
No God, No fear.
Know God, Know fear.
Know God, Know fear.
