I remember as a Boy Scout I had to go to church with my troop, a southern babtist community.....Needless to say I quit after a couple weeks of that, but it was enlightening to me. Every sermon they would ask for everyone to close their eyes, and have the saved raise their hand. Then all the unsaved were asked to raise their hand, and keep them up if they wanted to be saved....well I put my hand up when they asked who was unsaved, and down when they asked who wanted to be saved. Needless to say the daggers this minister threw my way the rest of the service were merciless, and the pressure to just give in was high. I was only ten, but it disturbed me how much of an influence "peer" pressure can have in deciding to accept a religion. It's a hard thing to fight sometimes
My religion is the understanding of my world. My god is the energy that underlies it all. My worship is my constant endeavor to unravel the mysteries of my religion. 
