I'm originally from South America so my parents are equally lazy when it comes to Catholicism in general, like the good South American Catholics that they are. I've actually never seen my dad hold a Bible except for the time I told him how different the resurrection accounts were. "I wish I was more familiar with the Bible" he said. "Hold on, let me go get one and we'll have a look at what you're saying".
It's really hard for me to be fully honest with my parents. I mean, they know I don't believe in God, but we haven't talked about the reasons why I can't ever believe again. I'm afraid that I will cast doubt and their scapegoat for afterlife ruined, if you know what I mean. I can see that they greatly oppose other Christians when it comes to supernatural stuff like healing but at the same time I can see that deep down they want it all to be true so that they can avoid eternal death. I can't take away that thought from them...
Sorry for all the tangents. On another note, you reminded me of my grandparents, who attend church every Sunday but cannot stand blacks. Go figure.
It's really hard for me to be fully honest with my parents. I mean, they know I don't believe in God, but we haven't talked about the reasons why I can't ever believe again. I'm afraid that I will cast doubt and their scapegoat for afterlife ruined, if you know what I mean. I can see that they greatly oppose other Christians when it comes to supernatural stuff like healing but at the same time I can see that deep down they want it all to be true so that they can avoid eternal death. I can't take away that thought from them...
Sorry for all the tangents. On another note, you reminded me of my grandparents, who attend church every Sunday but cannot stand blacks. Go figure.
"It is the mark of an educated mind to be able to entertain a thought without accepting it" ~ Aristotle
