I saw a video recently from some kid who seems to have it all figured out. His thought process is a lot like mine was when I was a kid: my parents told me what to think, I adopted it as my own, and I knew I was right. His video is titled, "Atheism Sucks." Dislikes on this video currently outnumber likes 3,113 to 89. You can watch it here:
ne thing religious people cannot stress enough is that they're all about family. Their organizations even have names like Focus on the Family and the American Family Association (branded a hate group out of MS). For the most part I find this to be true so long as everyone's keeping the faith and maintaining the status quo. I can say from my upbringing (aside from corporal punishment and having no say in church attendance) that our Christian family was very tight-knit and we spent a lot of quality time together. It wasn't perfect, but it was far better than a lot of other families I've seen. Now, to clarify, some of these not-so-happy families I've seen are religious as well so it's not as though they have a corner on the market. I'm just speaking to the Christian view that family is important.
As I said, religious families are close-knit and happy so long as everyone's keeping the faith. They don't say, "The family that prays together stays together" for no reason. It's literally true. I found this out myself when I started to upset the status quo of my family and I was made to feel like an outcast. My family's treatment of me was mild compared to what some people endure at the hands of their religious parents, grandparents, and siblings.
itting in Sunday School and church, you're constantly confronted with the idea that man's knowledge is not only flawed (a point with which I wouldn't necessarily argue) but foolish. For example, 1 Corinthians 3:19 states:
For the wisdom of this world is foolishness in God's sight. As it is written: "He catches the wise in their craftiness"
Whenever this comes up in a lesson or a sermon you always hear a resounding, "AMEN!" from the congregation. While I was a believer I never really thought about the implications and I doubt that many believers really do. In the light of debates over evolution, the Big Bang, and the ever-narrowing god-shaped gap in our knowledge it's nice to be able to point to a verse and say, "See? The things you think you know are utter nonsense in the face of god's wisdom!" The Bible is a never-ending source of derisive rebuttal to anything even remotely logical. That's why I loved it so much as a kid. No matter with whom I was talking, I could always feel confident that my god considered them fools and I was right.
s soon as I was old enough to figure out how much fun weekends were and how much shorter they seemed when you have to spend more than half of Sunday sitting in church I began to ask my parents if we really had to go to church. The conversations usually went something like this:
Jon: Do we have to go to church today?
Parent: No, you don't have to go to church today. You get to go to church today.
Jon: But I don't want to go to church.
Parent: You ought to be happy we have such a nice church to go to. Besides, you're not staying home alone. Now get a move on!
This was exasperating every single time. I'm sure it was frustrating for my parents as well. They wanted to raise their children in the church with good, Christian values and their children seemed to want to be little unwashed heathens. What irritated me the most about this exchange was the unreasonable nature of the argument. I, as an autonomous human being, didn't have the desire to spend most of my day cooped up in a building listening to people talk when I could be running around the woods with a toy gun, saving the world. My parents, as dictatorial heads of the family, didn't acknowledge my autonomy. How unfair.
s I said before, I don't remember much about my childhood. My earliest memory was my acceptance of Jesus into my heart and then nothing until about 10 years old. It's been suggested by more than one therapist that I've repressed those years because of abuse but I have no real reason to believe that's the case. Although, corporal punishment in my family was applied (pardon the pun) religiously.
I and my siblings were spanked with hands, belts, rulers and wooden spoons. I had a wooden spoon broken over my tush -- an occurrence over which my mom had voiced much lasting remorse. As long as I can remember, spanking was nearly the first line of correction and it wasn't until later in life that punishments like grounding were implemented. My dad always told me, "You're never too old for a spanking."