RE: Question
April 24, 2018 at 10:55 am
(This post was last modified: April 24, 2018 at 10:57 am by Crossless2.0.)
My parents split when I was 3, so I grew up with one foot in the Lutheran church when at home with Mom and the other in the Catholic church when I was with my dad and his side of the family. I 'believed' in the same indifferent way many kids do when they are exposed to something they're told they are 'supposed to believe'. But even then, I remember having my doubts.
I decidedly broke with Christianity when I was 14. I remember the day well. We were in church and the congregation was reciting the Apostles' Creed, as usual. For some reason, that day I really heard what it was everyone was claiming to believe (as opposed to mindlessly muttering the words along with them), and I realized that I hardly believed a single word of it. Further, I was embarrassed for all of the adults around me who proclaimed such belief. It suddenly all seemed so childish and irrelevant.
37 years later, it still does.
I decidedly broke with Christianity when I was 14. I remember the day well. We were in church and the congregation was reciting the Apostles' Creed, as usual. For some reason, that day I really heard what it was everyone was claiming to believe (as opposed to mindlessly muttering the words along with them), and I realized that I hardly believed a single word of it. Further, I was embarrassed for all of the adults around me who proclaimed such belief. It suddenly all seemed so childish and irrelevant.
37 years later, it still does.
