This thread is about asking posters to think about how they came to be were they are now, in regards to religious belief or lack of it.
I was raised in a very mildly Christian home by parents who only attended the Swedish Church, (Lutheran), when there was a special event on like the Santa Luchia celebration. We came from Sweden to Australia when I was only 2 years old, and my father would often say that he didn't like the way they taught Christianity in Australia - to much hellfire and not enough love in his opinion.
Non the less I did attend Sunday school and church as a child with the parents of friends who were church goers. I was always reluctant to go but my elder brother was keen so I was dragged along too.
Although I didn't like the religion experience the indoctrination stuck and I believed - how could I not?. Many nights in my early teens I would lie awake, fearful of the thought that Hell was my destination, because of my lack of religious observance.
When I was sixteen a friend in college loaned me Bertrand Russell's "Why I Am Not A Christian". It was life changing .......the relief was fantastic! My brain was now in sync with my gut feel, that church was distasteful to me. I rejected my former beliefs completely.
I was raised in a very mildly Christian home by parents who only attended the Swedish Church, (Lutheran), when there was a special event on like the Santa Luchia celebration. We came from Sweden to Australia when I was only 2 years old, and my father would often say that he didn't like the way they taught Christianity in Australia - to much hellfire and not enough love in his opinion.
Non the less I did attend Sunday school and church as a child with the parents of friends who were church goers. I was always reluctant to go but my elder brother was keen so I was dragged along too.
Although I didn't like the religion experience the indoctrination stuck and I believed - how could I not?. Many nights in my early teens I would lie awake, fearful of the thought that Hell was my destination, because of my lack of religious observance.
When I was sixteen a friend in college loaned me Bertrand Russell's "Why I Am Not A Christian". It was life changing .......the relief was fantastic! My brain was now in sync with my gut feel, that church was distasteful to me. I rejected my former beliefs completely.
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