MaryGrace wrote:
I couldn't reconcile that one at all and it marked one of the first and
deepest cracks in my belief in the religion. It was years until I had the
maturity to understand that religion, while divinely inspired, is interpreted
and practiced by humans.
I reply:
I was about about 10 when my heart and mind opened to the possibilty of a loving God
that
was quite different to the one I had been taught by the priests and nuns.
I had been taught that if one died without being baptised, there was no way one could
be
accepted by God into Heaven. Of course one had to be baptised a Catholic.
My teacher suffered the agony of giving birth to a still born child. The baby had, of
course, died without beign baptised. I thought then that if I could think this was so
unfair then God would to. I guess that was when I decided that religion was not about
God
but about people and their desitre for control and their desire to have others accepte
their ideas as Truth.
Being only 10, I didn't lose the guilt and shame and fear I felt for many many years.
But
that was the start. Such a sad happening had such a good effect on me.
bw
colin
