When I was little, my family was a "pillar" of the United Methodist church we attended. That meant I had to go to the services on Sunday, and not the "daycare" or children's church or whatever that the other kids went to, where there were puppet shows and such. I liked the music. The minister had been raised in some kind Mennonite. He was nice enough, but very boring. On the other side of the family, my grandmother didn't belong to any church--they were places where people hid their evil behind God. She watched TV ministries. Well, long about 1984 at age 11 I started watching 700 club and such with her. I thought all pop and rock music were satanic, and before I snapped out of it, I was quite a little judgmental shit about who was going to burn in hell for their evil. But then an older kid at camp told me that anyone who hadn't been born again/heard the gospel/Jesus in their hearts would burn. Even people who had been born before Jesus, or who had never even heard of him would burn. That little bit of theology was a step too far, and I began questioning everything. In junior high, my best friend was an atheist, and before I ever got out of junior high I was an atheist. I just didn't believe any of it anymore.
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