Religion never made sense to me, even when I was dealing with Sunday school and all the trappings of Catholicism. We go through so many actions in a day and many of them can be inauthentic, yet we may never question them. When I finally got around to first communion, I questioned it openly. It made zero sense to be eating crappy bread, drinking nasty wine and saying that it was jesus. I told my mother at that time that there would be more Catholics if jesus was a cheeseburger, and the ensuing sense of freedom that gave me percolated for a while until I finally asked to be given a hall pass from mass. No-one fought me on it, though my mother was clearly disappointed. Eventually, two other siblings had fallings out with the church and three of us are now atheists.
Reading Bertrand Russell helped cement many of my thoughts a bit later.
Reading Bertrand Russell helped cement many of my thoughts a bit later.
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