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Tell us your stories of churches and religion (or lack thereof). Let the smiting begin!
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( , Thu 19 Mar 2009, 15:00)
Tell us your stories of churches and religion (or lack thereof). Let the smiting begin!
Question suggested by Supersonic Electronic
( , Thu 19 Mar 2009, 15:00)
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I was christened as a baby
and went to Sunday school.*
Not that my parents have ever been particularly religious (and in fact have grown less so in their old age), it was more the middle class conventional thing to do, and I went to a CofE primary, for the standard of the teaching, and one of the requirements was that you attended Sunday school.
Anyway, fast forward a few years and even by the end of primary school I've figured out what a load of claptrap this religion nonsense is. (If the logical fallacies in your belief system can be spotted by an eight year old, you gotta take a long hard look at yourself really)
Wow, I am in a rambling mood this morning. Anyway, fast forward to the time of my confirmation. My parents wanted me to be confirmed. I definitely did not want to be confirmed. I considered it insulting that it was even suggested. Lots of arguments and such, and we eventually came to a compromise that I would attend the confirmation classes (classes?! Yep, you have to go and read the Bible at the church once a week so the vicar can strengthen your programming and try and erase more of your brain), but that when it came to be time for me to be confirmed, I would decide whether or not I wanted to be, now I was in possession of the facts.
Pah. Fucking bollocks, I'd decided beforehand that I wasn't gonna be confirmed, nothing's gonna change my mind. One thing for it, stop going to the classes. Didn't work, vicar told the parents, got forcibly frogmarched to the church every Wednesday.
However, for those of you in a similar situation, I can advise that an extremely effective way to get out of being confirmed is to get caught, in the vestry, kissing one of your confirmation classmates, drinking the communion wine (actually cheap sherry, but hey we were about 12). Apparently this is a big no no in religious terms, who'da thunk it?
My parents and both my sisters are confirmed, I am not. I am entirely happy with this state of affairs.
*For those still trying to figure out who I am, here's a clue that probably won't help you: it was the Sunday school of the church that Chris Tarrant attended. One of my claims to fame, or not.
( , Fri 20 Mar 2009, 11:17, Reply)
and went to Sunday school.*
Not that my parents have ever been particularly religious (and in fact have grown less so in their old age), it was more the middle class conventional thing to do, and I went to a CofE primary, for the standard of the teaching, and one of the requirements was that you attended Sunday school.
Anyway, fast forward a few years and even by the end of primary school I've figured out what a load of claptrap this religion nonsense is. (If the logical fallacies in your belief system can be spotted by an eight year old, you gotta take a long hard look at yourself really)
Wow, I am in a rambling mood this morning. Anyway, fast forward to the time of my confirmation. My parents wanted me to be confirmed. I definitely did not want to be confirmed. I considered it insulting that it was even suggested. Lots of arguments and such, and we eventually came to a compromise that I would attend the confirmation classes (classes?! Yep, you have to go and read the Bible at the church once a week so the vicar can strengthen your programming and try and erase more of your brain), but that when it came to be time for me to be confirmed, I would decide whether or not I wanted to be, now I was in possession of the facts.
Pah. Fucking bollocks, I'd decided beforehand that I wasn't gonna be confirmed, nothing's gonna change my mind. One thing for it, stop going to the classes. Didn't work, vicar told the parents, got forcibly frogmarched to the church every Wednesday.
However, for those of you in a similar situation, I can advise that an extremely effective way to get out of being confirmed is to get caught, in the vestry, kissing one of your confirmation classmates, drinking the communion wine (actually cheap sherry, but hey we were about 12). Apparently this is a big no no in religious terms, who'da thunk it?
My parents and both my sisters are confirmed, I am not. I am entirely happy with this state of affairs.
*For those still trying to figure out who I am, here's a clue that probably won't help you: it was the Sunday school of the church that Chris Tarrant attended. One of my claims to fame, or not.
( , Fri 20 Mar 2009, 11:17, Reply)
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