The first story this week comes from Joseph:
I’ve been a full-blown atheist for only about five years now. Don’t get me wrong, I was never a bible-thumper, but my ascent to reality was a long and straight road. I had trouble with the whole concept early on. When I was around ten, I remember being in church on some Sunday, waiting for communion. Chatting with a friend, I said, “Jesus’ body would go down a whole lot easier if they spread some peanut butter on it.” My ear still hurts from when the nun pulled me out of the pews. Even during communion class, I had a problem with the whole limbo thing. (Not the dance, although I have a problem with that too, as I am not quite that flexible.) I asked the nun why would god send babies there if they died before they were christened. I told her I didn’t think that it was very fair as they had not done anything wrong. She told me, in her wisdom, to stop asking stupid questions and got cross (no pun intended) with me. Interestingly enough, the Catholic Church has not too long ago changed their decision on this and said that they do indeed go to heaven. I guess my comment 30 some odd years ago finally got to the Pope’s ears.
Next, we have Owen, a man of few words:
My folks told me at 7 years of age religion was all bullshit and I believed them.
Finally, Dirk had this to say: