My mom raised my brothers and me in Catholicism. I attended CCD, a sort of catholic Sunday school, received my first Holy Communion and attended countless religious workshops. Growing up, I had many friends of various faiths and although our mother was pretty strict on her views of Catholicism, she allowed us to go to different church services with our different friends, if we wanted to. Our friend’s religions spanned from Baptist to Mormon, from Orthodox to Presbyterian and we were fortunate enough to experience this diversity at an early age. I say fortunate because we are able to see and learn about these religions outside of our own.
Anyhow, very early on I started questioning many things within my own faith and the timing for those questions could not have come at a greater time…right when the nun was teaching. I was in so much trouble between the church and my mom, but I didn’t understand why. They told me I was wrong for asking “silly” questions, but without giving me any real answers to the questions I posed. I think the one that got them was the question about Jesus Christ’s resurrection and how no one knows for sure if it happened and how could a person rise from the dead, I mean he died right. One thing about the Catholics, they do not like questions.
As time passed, my religious beliefs were on a steady decline and then one day they vanished, my beliefs were gone. I guess I figure that I have enough strength and faith in myself as a human being to make it through my life. Not to say that being religious is weak; some people just need that extra boost to keep them going. I, for one, do not need to pray and worship to some entity, or whatever, that one, never answers back; two, never shows him/her/it self and three, we have absolutely no explanation for. I am not bashing religion or any one who may happen to believe differently, I am just stating theses are some of the things that made my mind the way it is now.
Another reason I believe the way I do is because of the “we cannot explain it, it must be god” factor. For example, I was doing some school work at work and I had a co-worker come up and ask what I was working on. I told her I was working on a piece that is dealing creationism and evolution. She then proceeded to tell me how evolution was a farce and how could anyone think that what we look at was not made by god. She went on this tangent pointing to the trees and the grass outside of the office and asked me how I would explain how everything is beautiful if it was not made by god. I did not answer; I did not want to start an argument at work, so I just kind of looked at her and the then told me that I would understand soon, that I was not old enough to see god’s beauty and how it couldn’t be anything else. These kinds of things turn me off to religion and how I became the way I am today.
Sorry for the long post. Again, this isn't a bash, it is just how I cam to my faith. Thanks.