I was raised a devout (aka fanatic) Seventh Day Adventist (an SDA, yo!) It was the whole nine yards ever since I remember: Saturday school, with a daily set of versicles to remember... And one to learn by rote every week.
Services on Wednesday, Friday and Saturday. Sunday, sports with the gang, too.
A small incise here: my father was very unamused at the turn of events. He was atheist. He was spoken of in tones of reproof, because of this. Back on Tue thread...
Though I was in a state school, the teacher always made a point to mock me because I was an SDA, which pushed me deeper and deeper.
By age 14, I already had baptised (after two years of specially intensive bible classes with the pastor). I joined the choir as a bass.
Quite manly for such a small piece of snot, I gotta add.
By fifteen, I was a deacon (quite a precocious age, but they made an exception). I already had given two sermons by that age and I was firm in my resolve to study theology and ordain myself.
Then, life (which is what you'd call shit) happened. After six months, my father (the atheist, yes, there was just the one). died. I was 16.
The whole thing cane down like a house of cards. I was told (in no uncertain terms) that my father had committed the worst sin imaginable, rejecting the peadophile pigeon (aka the holy spirit). He was worse than Hitler just for that.
To say I was a bit lost would be the understatement of the century. I had spent years reading junk on creationism, I had to unlearn it all.
On my own, there was nobody to ask. That's what a sect does to your family environment. I was not allowed books in, on other than fiction and literature.
The hounding came next. It was 26 years ago that I burnt the copy of the bible I got for my baptism. It is two months since I declared my family dead. They simply are not capable of seeing me as a valid human being.
And that is all. For now.
The whole thing cane down like a house of cards. I was told (in no uncertain terms) that my father had committed the worst sin imaginable, rejecting the peadophile pigeon (aka the holy spirit). He was worse than Hitler just for that.
To say I was a bit lost would be the understatement of the century. I had spent years reading junk on creationism, I had to unlearn it all.
On my own, there was nobody to ask. That's what a sect does to your family environment. I was not allowed books in, on other than fiction and literature.
The hounding came next. It was 26 years ago that I burnt the copy of the bible I got for my baptism. It is two months since I declared my family dead. They simply are not capable of seeing me as a valid human being.
And that is all. For now.
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