But when I joined them in the pews I realized that the guy babbling up front was serious about that nonsense and the people around me were seeming to believe it. That shocked me. It scared me. How could people believe such insanity? On our way out, holding my father’s hand on the church steps, I asked him if he believed what had been said inside. He hesitated and then answered something like .
That was it. It really didn’t matter how he answered. I told him that I did not want to go to church any longer. Right then, my older sisters joined in, saying “We don’t want to go either”. And we never went again. No further discussion, no arguments, no pleading. Religion is utter nonsense. If it comforts you to believe it, fine, but I can’t swallow it. My parents took me to church when I was very young.
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