(Obviously, ardent life-time believers need not knacker the proceedings of this thread with affirmations of faith and trivial, aimless debate - doubt I can do much about that, though.)
I've just been thinking recently about the point at which I really started to view the "faith" of my Catholic culture in a critical way, and I remember it very clearly indeed, thought it might jog up some memories. I should preface by saying that I'm not talking about the time your dog died and you started hating God, but nothing more than your earliest memory of taking a different view to things. Assuming you where raised to be religious in the first place!
For me it was that Disney film, (the?) Exodus, when I couldn't have been older than 11 - "Let my people go!" and all that. I remember enjoying it, but I was puzzled by it all, because I'd always been taught (as most children in moderate or liberal Christian communities are) that most important of ideas that 'God loves us'.
I remember asking my Mum why it was that the same God who 'loved all of us equally' didn't seem all that bothered inflicting the Ten Plagues on the people of Egypt.
That question wasn't doubtfull, it was earnest asked, but what struck me was the distinct lack of an answer on my mothers part! I remember her simply not saying anything, even after thinking about it rather carefully! 'I don't really know...'




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