I wasn't raised in a really religious household. It was a belief my mother held but she didn't push it onto us or even send us to church. The idea was there but it wasn't solid, enforced, or concrete. It was just there. Eventually, all of us kids just didn't believe. We had no reason … Read more
It began in childhood, when I first questioned my reason for being. I was very young. Then my family told me about God, And tragedy struck. And I had answers, albeit conflicting. So my search began in earnest. I have been searching, waxing and waning, ebbing and flowing, discarding and honing, ever since.