Springfield, ILUSA 62704
December 22, 2012
Not having perceived any difference between Santa and god, it must have been when I was about seven years old. The Santa part did have a lot of appeal, except for the creepy "knows when you've been bad or good." God, not so much.
My father, in particular, taught me to be skeptical of outlandish claims and to call them out. I became an acclaimed critic of corners and hallways in our schools, having had the opportunity to view them up close for hours. At reunions, people were astounded to learn I'd been one of their classmates.
I was reared by an atheist and an agnostic. They couldn't decide which religion not to bring me up in, so I had a lot of immunity to the god virus.
Though not a native of this northern bible belt, I have been here since the last century. I feel an urgent need to end the view that belief without evidence is a virtue and an acceptable way to learn about the world. Faith must be marginalized.
Welcoming, congenial, and stimulating.