Pathways From Spirituality is an ongoing series exploring
the how and why of a life of religious and spiritual disbelief.
I’ve never believed in a god of any sort.
I wasn’t even aware that such a notion existed as a serious reality for most people until the second grade. Oh, I’d heard the word “god,” of course. Many around me were wont to say “goddamn,” “goddammit,” as well as just plain “damn,” so I understood that “god” was a modifier designed to increase the level of damning one was engaged in, even if I wasn’t sure how or why.
Likely my ignorance of religion flourished for the same reason other’s faith did: the household I lived in.
Read the rest of this page »
