(March 2, 2015 at 11:37 am)watchamadoodle Wrote: I used to believe in Noah's Ark and so forth, because I had been indoctrinated and had never bothered to reexamine these beliefs as an adult. I believed in evolution, dinosaurs, etc. while I simultaneously believed the Bible stories were based on real events. I didn't see the cognitive dissonance.
Only as a child did I believe in Noah's Ark and things like that. Although believe is probably putting it wrong. It was just another fairy tale I didn't question. I grew out of it and I can't even remember the process of growing out of it. It was more, like I said in different threads, that I didn't give religion any thought. Religion was somewhere in the back corners of my mind in the way of there is a god and there's a Jesus - well, good for them.
I never questioned evolution. It was taught to us in biology class in school. starting at the primary level, and at frequent visits to museums with my parents, I could see the results.
But I never forget the day when I lost the last bit of faith. There's a catholic tradition of building stations of the cross memorials all over the land. It was at one of these sites I visited quite often because it's smack in the middle of a forrest and very quiet. So I could let my thoughts run free without any disturbances. And there it hit me, when I looked at all the pictures of Jesus being tortured. That's far to simple. The timeline didn't add up for starters, since it was illogical for god to make himself known after millions of years and countless species having come and gone.
Although I never was very religious to begin with, that was quite uncomfortable. It brought with it the insight that I'm well and truly on my own in seeking my way in life.