
Religion or lack thereof has had an odd role in my life. I don't remember being aware of the concept of God or even of organized religion until I was about 8 or 9. I always remembered my family celebrating Christmas and Easter, but there was no mention of Jesus Christ... It was just that time when we got together with family, exchanged gifts and ate lots of food. Then came my family's move to Halifax, Nova Scotia, it was there that I became acutely aware of Roman Catholicism.
My mother was raised Catholic; not strictly or formally, but I do know the influence was there and religion was important to her. One day in Grade Three, I remember being told I had to leave the class with several other children Before I knew it I was being taught about The Bible by a plain clothes nun with several of my classmates. I didn't know that I was supposed to be Catholic, I just assumed my classmates and I were different for some reason. For the rest of the school year, about once a week all the Catholic students in the class would file into an empty class room and we'd learn about God and Jesus... It got me out of math and spelling, so who was I to complain? It was around this time my family started going to Church regularly... Well most of my family. .My father was another story.
It was at the same time my mother, brother and I started regularly attending Our Lady of Perpetual Health that I began to realize that my Dad wasn't down with the whole religion thing. I remember asking my Mom many times, why Dad never came to Church with us. The response was always cryptic, "He's too busy.", "He doesn't feel comfortable going to Church.", "He can't go.", etc. Sounded reasonable to me, my Dad was President of a Company, he was a busy guy back in the early 90's. Obviously, I was blissfully unaware of the real reason why my Dad didn't come to Church with us... He was an Atheist.
I don't hold anything against my Mom for wanting to expose me to religion, just as I don't hold anything against her for not wanting to explain the concept of atheism to a ten year old kid about to get his First Communion. That seemed to be the whole intention of this new found religious streak in my Mom, me getting my First Communion. If you don't know what that is I'll tell you... basically in Roman Catholicism there are six big ceremonies the average Catholic is supposed to take part in during their life: Baptism, Communion, Confirmation, Matrimony, Confession and the Last Rites. If you've done the first three; been Baptized, received Communion and been Confirmed, you're good to go for the rest of them; Marriage, Confessing your sins and being given the Last Rites. It's good(in the eyes of the Church) if you've taken part in these holy sacraments. If a good Catholic wants to go to Heaven and by virtue of doing that avoid going to Hell, having taken part in these sacraments doesn't hurt.. Maybe I'm over analyzing my mother's reasoning behind getting is into religion, but I assume this stuff had a little to do with it. And maybe it didn't, maybe she just wanted my brother and I to get a better understanding of this Christ fellow, and what he was all about... which really are pretty good things for the most part.

Having a priest pour water on my head makes me a Catholic... bitch!
After my First Communion and Confirmation, and my brother's belated Baptism(he was 7 years old I believe), we kept going to Church... For a little while at least.... And then we just stopped going. I didn't question why, probably because I was entering my teenage years, and the idea of sleeping in on Sundays was becoming more appealing than sitting in a drafty Church. By that statement alone, you can get an idea how into religion I was even after several years of regular Church attendance.

"Thumbs up for Jesus!"
So as it went, during my teenage years I became apathetic toward religion, and most things in general it would seem. Prior to my apathetic years, I had always been science minded, being obsessed with space travel, air planes and dinosaurs as a child. The non-existence of the Tooth Fairy, Easter Bunny and Santa Claus really didn't come as a surprise to me. Similarly, the whole idea of a Supreme Being that controlled everything and sat on a cloud in Heaven just didn't sit right with me... But adults believed in it too, so of course it had to be legitimate, right?
When questioned about my religion as a teenager, I said I was a non-practising Catholic, but that I didn't really know what to think about God anymore. And so I drifted more toward the Agnostic view of the universe that I stuck to until a few years ago. It was then that I was exposed to the works of Professor Richard Dawkins and the always "entertaining" Friedrich Nietzsche, among others. If you;ve read any of these guys you know that you'll find it hard to believe in a god any more afterwards. First year philosophy class pretty much sealed the deal for me and I declared myself an Atheist. It was a weight lifted from my shoulders and a breath of fresh air. What I knew and had experienced "tended to show that the existence of God was unlikely."
Both my father and his father were atheists as well, and that was just another reason I felt my decision was the right one. Apparently we atheists are still a big minority, which I find more than a little disappointing, and also a bit frightening. This is the way I've felt for most of the 2000's, but I'd never actually put it into words... I'm not coming to these conclusions just now... I just wanted to put it in writing for whatever it's worth.
I could say more, but I don't want to turn this blog into a diatribe on organized religion, I've ranted enough about it, and anyone who knows me knows my feelings. I know that it may disappoint some of the more religious members of my family, but I ask that they look at it this way... If your God is so omnipotent and powerful, he sure as hell doesn't need something so tiny and inconsequential as the worship of a few jerks named William Perkins.








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