My early life was somewhat different, I went to church because my parents were (they are not now) CofE christian and expected me to be indoctrinated in the same way. However I am dyslexic, i.e. not perfect as god made us (according to the congregation) and so was treated as a second class child, mocked and ridiculed because I was unable to read from the babble. Such treatment is quite traumatic to a child and when I was diagnosed (age 14) the huge weight of christian oppression was lifted. The church lost me (and my parents) for their callus, bordering on brutal behaviour.<quoted text>
I have early memories of gong to church as a family when I was four. I loved the singing, the pink wafer biscuits and the orange cordial in Sunday school. I find I get the same feeling when I'm in any group singing. But it didn't last long my Dad was Atheist my Mother "hopes" there is something. I do act in a respectful way of people I have worked with that are religious, try not to blaspheme. Imagine signing up for Scientology, with all we know yet people still do. There is a few local kids that became Muslim. One kid who's Dad is a Muslim has spent most of the kids life in jail, became one. He didn't appear to believe in God before, and it didn't help him stop his drug dealing, taking, fornicating etc. what's the point? With all we know about the earth they are joining a religion that thinks we've only been here a few thousand years. It astounds me. So thankful my parents weren't religious, and my Father wanted us to look.
I have since been subject to and seen first hand what true christian love does to a person. My aunt lost an arm and I was (not seriously but quite painfully) injured in the IRA bombing of Manchester. Christians attempted to kill my children by tipping their pushchair in front of a moving bus (and escaped into a church where the priest denied all knowledge of them). I have several other stories both personal and general of such christian love.
Funnily enough my old vicar tracked me down recently (25 years after events) to apologise and asked me to rejoin his flock. Can you guess the reply he got?
The point of all this is that I don’t really have any objection to religion, nor to the majority of christians who for the most part are decent human beings,(my best friend sits about as high in the BAC church as a woman can get). Religion can be a comfort to those who practice it. What I object to is the lies and twisted morality that some few twisted head cases spew in the name of their god. Just like in all religions christianity spawns a small group of fanatics, haters, liars, terrorist, murderers (including child murder) and even genocide that they justify by hiding behind there god. Topix has more than is share.