My mum was a deacon in a baptist church. She was born again when i was 5 years old, and has always put fairly heavy pressure on me, although even from childhood, I could see that the stories in the bible were fantasy.
I suppose I have always been a Aggy, in my worst moments slipping blindly into passive half-assed acceptance of christianity.
Following my Dads death it forced me to look into my true beleifs. So far I'm looking for a contact with God, he appears to have switched the phone off.
I research theology now as my hobby, and I'm really hoping that Yahweh and Allah are not real, because if they ever come back, they will carry out more of their psychopathic bloodfests. |