Sunday, September 21, 2014

The First Rule of Religion Is...

...we don't talk about religion.

At least in my house.

I don't discuss it with my parents because they follow a distinctly....*waves hands in the air* version of Christianity. They *believe*, but know very little about their own faith.

I cannot tell you how many times I have had to point out/remind one of them that according to their beliefs God didn't just *send* Jesus, that Jesus *was* God. Or how many times I have to point out that the New Testament didn't just spring out of nothingness and that historical context is important to understanding what they're reading.


Logic and reason need not freaking apply.

But I made the mistake on Thursday of talking about religion with my father. And it all boiled down to him telling me that I think too much, throwing out the old line about having the faith of a child and that I need to 'shit or get off the pot'.


*headdesk FOREVER*


I admit that the minute you start telling me that my *thinking* is getting in the way of God and that I need to be a child who just *trusts* and *believes* that you have lost me.

Because I think. It's what I do. I lack the emotional gullibility to just *believe*. I have seen no miracles. I have experienced no transcendent moments of faith. If I cannot think my way to a point then how can I be expected to believe it?

And I was never the child who just *trusted*. Maybe parents are supposed to be our models of that, they're supposed to be trustworthy so that we can have that blind, loving trust in certain things. But I grew up without parents who could be trusted. And I cannot remember ever blindly believing anything anyone told me. I'm sure there was a time. It's a thing that kids do. But for me that time is so far in the past, was so fleeting that it's as good as a non-event.

But really my favorite part of his argument for why I need to just believe so I can make my choice was that if *his* choice (though he swears he has reasons for belief that he can't explain to anyone) is right then I'm going to hell if I don't make the right choice. Implied, of course, being that it's the same choice that he made.

So we have, in my father's Christianity, this: don't think too hard and be afraid of going to hell.


I can't imagine why none of this appeals to me.


  1. I so enjoy your posts! I, too, can see why your father's faith is unappealing, and it makes sense that you need to think through things. Eternal life and destiny is serious stuff!

  2. Amber, this is exactly why my husband, a former Baptist, left Christianity. According to him, they got angry and offended when he asked too many questions. Today he is an observant Jew.

    1. Baptists, in my experience, tend to be some of the worst with people asking questions. To be fair, there are a lot of very lovely Baptists too. :) But I know that all the questions I asked in my Southern Baptist run middle/high school contributed to my popularity with the teachers and other staff. :)

      And that is...that is a heck of a change. He must have felt very strongly to convert to Judaism. From what I understand it's a rather difficult conversion to accomplish.


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