Chicago, ILUSA 60601
October 22, 2012
Since high school, certainly . . . 16-18 years? My first real memory of calling myself an "atheist" was a high school track practice on a cloudy day. A storm front moved in, and I single-handedly reinforced the faith of about ten of my religious friends, who were certain I was being given a warning before being struck down.
I don't think I ever really had strong faith. I grew up going to church every Sunday, but it never really made sense to me and I was eventually kind of surprised that some people took any of it literally. I accepted that these were good moral teachings which were supposed to be gleaned from the metaphorical stories in the Bible. It took a long time before I bothered to read enough to begin to notice that the morality was suspect.
I attended a Methodist church. I thought little of it at the time, but my parents never went; instead, my friend's parents would pick my sister and I up on Sunday mornings, take us to the Methodist church with them, and drop us off at home after Sunday school. I could probably figure out how my parents spent Sunday mornings if I weren't so determined not to know.
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