Personal Story

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As it’s Oscar season, I’m busy catching all the nominees for the best picture — which means I caught the critically acclaimed ‘We Need to Talk About Kevin‘ (which I was sure was going to be nominated in some way, but wasn’t .. and that’s a subject for another post).

Anyway, I enjoyed the film so much that I started to read the 2003 novel it was based on, of the same name by the author Lionel Shriver.  As I read, there was a quote that caught my eye and caused me to pause — it’s a quote spoken by the mother/protagonist of the novel, reflecting back on her flaws as a parent. One shortcoming she muses about is the lack of a religious environment she exposed her son, Kevin, to:

Both of us were lapsed, so it made sense to raise our kids as neither Armenian Orthodox or Presbyterian. Although I’m reluctant to inveigh that youth today need to crack the Old Testament, it sobers me that, thanks to us, Kevin may have never seen the inside of a church.

The fact that you and I were brought up with something to walk away from may have advantaged us, for we knew what lay behind us, and what we were not.

So I wonder if Kevin, too, would have been better off had we spewed a lot of incense-waving hooey that he could have coughed back in our faces — those extravagant fancies about virgin births and commandments on mountaintops that really stick in a kid’s throat. [my emphasis]

As soon as I read this passage, I had to stop — if only because it resonated a little too much.  Is my little girl — being raised in a happily godless home — at a disadvantage?
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A Personal Story (or Ramble)

Even before I begin, I feel this one will not be easy to write. There seems to be a lot at stake, and I may not want to face the conclusions I draw. The short of it is this: there is someone I am extremely close to – we see each other and speak daily – who has strong opposing views. It pains me because I honestly do care what she thinks of me; and this is aside from any desire I may have to be correct or to win an argument. More >

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Religious Captivity

As I was slowly making my exit out of my lifelong connection to the Christian faith, one afternoon  I remember having coffee with a friend and expressing my frustration over much of the close-mindedness and ignorance I kept encountering in the church.  It was all starting to add up for me.

My friend reminded me of a scene in Yann Martel’s novel, The Life of Pi.  In the book, the main character’s family were zookeepers, and one of the early chapters challenges the held belief that zoos imprison and deny freedom to the animals kept inside.  The character defends the use of cages, saying that there are certain “illusions about freedom” that set people against the captivity of animals, but that having animals behind bars in zoos provides a type of security that they are unable to find in the wild.

After reminding me of this section in the book, my friend then made an analogy to many people in the church — he said, “some animals need their cages,” implying that for some in the church, having the security of bars separating you from the world (particularly metaphorical ones that dogma can supply) is more important than having the freedom to be out in the wild on their own.

Security (read: certitude) — but at such a high cost.

I remember feeling so dumbfounded by his analogy — my friend, someone who I considered intelligent and compassionate, conceded that it was better to let some in the church be kept in captivity than to set them free into the unknown. [Thinking back, I suppose it was a nice way of him telling me to shut up with my challenging questions, and just accept the mental imprisonment of some in the church.]

I thought about this past episode of my life when I read Greta Christina’s latest essay: 9/11 and the Shallow Comfort of Religion.  I’ve been a years-long fan of Greta, and I think this may be my favorite essay of hers yet.  More >

I’m an atheist because . . .

The We Are Atheism website asks atheists

“to stand up, speak out, and be counted.”

The people who write for and comment on Canadian Atheist have already demonstrated their willingness to do just that. However, until today, I have not been able to formulate a short but succinct sentence about why I am a vocal atheist.  Today, while reading Eric MacDonald’s post “Here We Go Again!” I came across a statement by the Church of England which emphasizes the C of E’s

need to counter attempts to marginalise Christianity and to treat religious faith more generally as a social problem. This is partly about taking on the ‘new atheism’.

Eureka!  I found it; I am a vocal atheist because I consider religious faith to be a social problem.

I am not going to make a video to explain to the world why I am an atheist.  I don’t know/remember exactly when or why I became an atheist, but I do know when I became a vocal atheist: the day I was willing to use my full name when I commented on atheist websites.

Are you a vocal atheist?  Please tell us why.

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Oh, hell.

Oh, I'm *choosing* to burn for all eternity. Good to know.

[we interrupt these political posts for a quick interlude on fire and brimstone]

The latest Thinking Atheist’s podcast is entitled “My family thinks I’m going to hell” — and after reading its title pop up on my iTunes, just like that, I was once again reminded: hey, most of *my family* thinks I’m going to hell.

How should I feel about that?

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When the thought doesn’t really count

What is the world’s best package to find in your mailbox?  BOOKS!  So when the other day I found a very book-like package waiting for me in my mailbox, of course I was excited.  But when I looked at the return address and saw that the books were from my very Southern-Baptist aunt and uncle from Alabama, my excitement quickly turned to trepidation. More >