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Adopting The Master’s Religion
I’ll preface this by being upfront. I’m an atheist. I was raised in a Christian home, very strict Baptist. I tried to raise my kids in a good Godly home. But I never bought it. The day my oldest son walked out of Sunday school at 5 and declared that he was never going back because his teacher had no scientific evidence of God was the last day I tried to force myself into a mold that my family has been in for centuries.
Well, no, not the last day. That’s not exactly true. I tried a few times after that. I even converted to Judaism. I can’t explain why except to say that for 30 years something called me to it. I have a small amount of Jewish ancestry and have great respect for the people, the culture, and the faith.
But, I can’t get down with the God thing.
That got me thinking. My brother, well my half-brother, and I had a conversation about a year ago that came to mind today. He’s probably the sibling I feel closest to in my very extended and complicated family despite not even meeting him until I was 16 and speaking very infrequently on social media. Intellectually, we just kinda “get” each other.
Anyway, he asked me a question and it took me aback. He asked if I was a Christian. I said no. And he then told me he wasn’t either and…
