I was raised in a Christian family, with Christian friends, and general permeating Christian influence. I'm not sure about when I stopped believing... or even if I ever believed in the first place. The question with me though... is where do I draw the line of being raised/no longer being raised...?

Please give me a home where cloud buffalo roam
Where the dear and the strangers can play
Where sometimes is heard a discouraging word
But the skies are not stormy all day