As a child,I was sent to 2 religious schools.I was never a "believer".I questioned too many things.I was,however, fascinated by all the different religions and their associated history and culture.
I was sent on a catechism week-end once, first time away from home,an eye-opener.It was great fun,lots of outdoors activities,a bit of self-discovery and the contact with children, often denied to me, through illness or due to my mother's strict attitude.
I remember watching this girl,at prayer times,who seemed such a fervent believer and being in awe of her.She'd always be so engrossed in what she was doing.I sort of wanted to believe,I suppose,I think I probably wondered what was wrong with me,why I had to question everything.
Often,at particularly painful times in my life,I have wished for this sense of belonging, the safety and comfort, religion seems to bring to so many people.
Having looked into atheism, out of curiosity, I could not consider myself to be an atheist.I do not believe in God,that is true, but I do respect people who do.I have found that many atheists feel the need to preach their own "beliefs" and many have a total disrespect for Christians.
I do like the concept of humanism, although I don't find the need to retreat under a label.I think we all learn the difference between right and wrong and it's up to us to choose the right path.
My own golden rule is to treat other people as I would like to be treated and to respect others, no matter who they are or where they come from.
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