How can I forget
That I am dust and unto
Dust I shall return?
Strangely, I've used this analogy most of my adult life. Ten years of catholic school inoculated me against religion. Quite the opposite effect from what my mother intended. And my questioning began about age seven, when St. Anthony clearly failed to find a small ring I'd lost. If a saint can't convince a god to find a small child's most treasured possession, what good are they? Nothing should be easier, or more important if they required her belief. The only sensible deduction is that neither exist at all.
3 comments:
Interesting how trying to force religious belief on one can lead to the opposite result. I lost my belief while attending a Presbyterian college with compulsory chapel services and religion classes. So it goes.
Cat,
I've always been resistant to hard-sell tactics of any kind. If you have to force it on me, it can't be worth it, right?
Right.
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