I was brought up Christian. I went to church every Sunday with my parents who were both VERY active in the local church. My mother was in Yale divinity school actually to become a priest. My mother died of Lupus when I was 10. I began to question this whole god thing.
I continued to go to church with my father every Sunday. I was even an "alter boy" 'till the age of 15. There was a theft from the rectory (sp?), a bottle of wine was stolen, and what happens? Pretty much everyone in the congregation decided it was me (it wasn't) and made it known that's what they thought.
No matter how much I protested they insisted it was me, with absolutely no evidence mind you.
That was it. The hypocricy of these so called christians was enough for me to walk away and never look back.
Today, 18 years later I have researched many religions and belief systems and I find that I will not accept ANY organized religion. The jury is still out with me as to whether or not I even believe in this so called "God". I would say at this point, no. I am not one for blind faith. I need some proof. A book written by a bunch of people 2000 years ago and translated and modified so many times over the ages to fit those in power in the church does little to convince me otherwise.
If one were to believe everything in the bible then you would have to admit there were an awful lot of miracles going on back then. Where are they now? I don't need a whole sea parted or anything. How about parting Long Island Sound? That might convince me.



