I harp occasionally on my moms religion and how it almost killed me. (Refusal of blood transfusions after surgery...)
But I was reflecting today on my past and thought about the good that may have also come from this religion.
I was raised originally catholic and then baptist and then as a jehovahs witness... My mom says she was a Witness before us because the Baptist Church had a better sunday school children for kids but once we moved we couldnt goto that church anymore and became witnesses...
I remember I already didnt believe in Santa or the Easter Bunny but on religious matters we were very serious. I was of course essentially living on borrowed time and getting regular radiation treatments and chemotherapy... So its importance seemed amplified for my mom. (Not so much my grandma.... but to my mom it was a big deal.) Of course I missed a lot of school but when I did get to go to school the teachers always treated me very nicely and thanked god a lot.
So I had this concept of something real that was out there and that was very beyond us and was critical. Everyone seems to know about it and some know more than others. I was espicially interested in what happens after we die and that curiousity drove me during my initial exploration into religion.
So for most kids you could imagine being distracted or bored with bible studies and church and acting out etc... I on the other hand was a bit more engaged and inquisitive. (Not that I was popping out of bed rearing to go haha... no... I was and am still near incapacitated for the first hour of every morning...)
So here is where I was able to ask questions of the elders and brothers and sisters of the congregation. We could explore topics during my personal and family bible study and nothing was off limits about death because I really might die... (It wasnt irrational or odd that I was asking such questions and people just answered my questions...)
So I wont give you the who other sheep and 144,000 dog and pony show... hehe... But it was determined that I was one of the other sheep... So what I had to do was follow gods will, get baptized when I was older and when I was ready to dedicate my life to jehovah and get ready to go to hell... Now hell is not a bad place for the witnesses... its simply the earth... Sheol or Hades... Not Gehenna or what have you... (And I might have murdered the spelling on gehenna but its not important for my story just typing off the top of my head)...
So Here was my first contradiction of a serious nature... I may not have belived in santa but I believed in hell... I had the idea I would go to a very warm place... possibly underground in the center of the planet where I would meet satan and be tortured... Now before the witnesses I thought I would go to heaven but I was assured that no no no... only the chosen go to heaven... (I dunno if there is a space limitation or whatever but only the chosen goto heaven)... I was told I was gonna die... and nothing was gonna happen...
Kinda like what I believe now... lol... What lots of people believe now... Of course the JW say that then I will be resurrected and then satan comes out to play for 1000 years or whatever and tries to tempt more people but ultimately if I mind my Ps and Qs I get to live forever in a paradise on earth.
Now whatever... I developed a keen interest in hebrew and greek... I even took as an elective in like 5th grade a greek and latin roots class.. (Surprisingly hebrew classes just arent all that common)
So thats a good thing right there... inspired to learn more. Inspired to not fear death... its a big nothing unless it isnt...
Now of course I was also taught to question all the holidays and to not participate in them... They have their roots in pagan rituals... which is true... Christ-mas is a lot older then christ and the story of christ is completely unoriginal but I digress....
People worship all these holidays and we decorated at school and the mall etc etc... It was a huge deal but almost anyone outside of the JW had no idea what christmas really was... as a kid when I asked... (In fact most adults I asked had no clue or just repeated what they were told about easter, halloween and new years which I thought was odd)
So question everything was another fantastic ability I learned...
Lastly I had to do things which made people around me very uncomfortable... noticably uncomfortable... things like not participating in the pledge of alliegance, refusing blood (Imagine the internal conflict there) and not particpating in ANY holiday celebration....
This went along with questioning everything and building personal resolve and courage and a sense of stubborness... (I have fought for my beliefs and lost fights for my beliefs some which ended with me in the principals office or spitting up blood on my attempt to walk to or from school...)
Ultimately what I learned was to even question my belief in Jehovah or YHWH and my own religion... I didnt see the harm in accepting blood or saying the pledge... I did see the value in fighting for what you believe in and developing core principals and as much conflict and problems I had as a kid... I would never trade them. They all served me in different ways. Besides they cant be that bad... I remember throwing up every time I got chemotherapy and losing my hair and having to wear a baseball cap etc etc.... but the only pain I ever remember was spinal taps for bone marrow... I was in a lot of fights as a kid to the point where my mom put me into karate and paid $20 a week for lessons and seriously that meant changing our dinner 1 night a week to ramen. (Which I still love) But with a single parent with 3 kids we did not grow up rich...
Anyways... I think I learned a lot as a jehovahs witness and as a baptist and ultimately its up to each person to embrace religion as they see fit. I think I was molded and perhaps conditioned to be an atheist... Perhaps unknowingly but perhaps I also just absorbed the religion that was native to my region... Its just I was more aware and focused then others might have been and that might also have been only because I was terminally ill... The sheer chance that I ended up as an atheist is quite astounding.
Anyways... How did your religion shape you? Do you think you are just a product of your upbringing and of your practically random experiences you had as a child?
But I was reflecting today on my past and thought about the good that may have also come from this religion.
I was raised originally catholic and then baptist and then as a jehovahs witness... My mom says she was a Witness before us because the Baptist Church had a better sunday school children for kids but once we moved we couldnt goto that church anymore and became witnesses...
I remember I already didnt believe in Santa or the Easter Bunny but on religious matters we were very serious. I was of course essentially living on borrowed time and getting regular radiation treatments and chemotherapy... So its importance seemed amplified for my mom. (Not so much my grandma.... but to my mom it was a big deal.) Of course I missed a lot of school but when I did get to go to school the teachers always treated me very nicely and thanked god a lot.
So I had this concept of something real that was out there and that was very beyond us and was critical. Everyone seems to know about it and some know more than others. I was espicially interested in what happens after we die and that curiousity drove me during my initial exploration into religion.
So for most kids you could imagine being distracted or bored with bible studies and church and acting out etc... I on the other hand was a bit more engaged and inquisitive. (Not that I was popping out of bed rearing to go haha... no... I was and am still near incapacitated for the first hour of every morning...)
So here is where I was able to ask questions of the elders and brothers and sisters of the congregation. We could explore topics during my personal and family bible study and nothing was off limits about death because I really might die... (It wasnt irrational or odd that I was asking such questions and people just answered my questions...)
So I wont give you the who other sheep and 144,000 dog and pony show... hehe... But it was determined that I was one of the other sheep... So what I had to do was follow gods will, get baptized when I was older and when I was ready to dedicate my life to jehovah and get ready to go to hell... Now hell is not a bad place for the witnesses... its simply the earth... Sheol or Hades... Not Gehenna or what have you... (And I might have murdered the spelling on gehenna but its not important for my story just typing off the top of my head)...
So Here was my first contradiction of a serious nature... I may not have belived in santa but I believed in hell... I had the idea I would go to a very warm place... possibly underground in the center of the planet where I would meet satan and be tortured... Now before the witnesses I thought I would go to heaven but I was assured that no no no... only the chosen go to heaven... (I dunno if there is a space limitation or whatever but only the chosen goto heaven)... I was told I was gonna die... and nothing was gonna happen...
Kinda like what I believe now... lol... What lots of people believe now... Of course the JW say that then I will be resurrected and then satan comes out to play for 1000 years or whatever and tries to tempt more people but ultimately if I mind my Ps and Qs I get to live forever in a paradise on earth.
Now whatever... I developed a keen interest in hebrew and greek... I even took as an elective in like 5th grade a greek and latin roots class.. (Surprisingly hebrew classes just arent all that common)
So thats a good thing right there... inspired to learn more. Inspired to not fear death... its a big nothing unless it isnt...
Now of course I was also taught to question all the holidays and to not participate in them... They have their roots in pagan rituals... which is true... Christ-mas is a lot older then christ and the story of christ is completely unoriginal but I digress....
People worship all these holidays and we decorated at school and the mall etc etc... It was a huge deal but almost anyone outside of the JW had no idea what christmas really was... as a kid when I asked... (In fact most adults I asked had no clue or just repeated what they were told about easter, halloween and new years which I thought was odd)
So question everything was another fantastic ability I learned...
Lastly I had to do things which made people around me very uncomfortable... noticably uncomfortable... things like not participating in the pledge of alliegance, refusing blood (Imagine the internal conflict there) and not particpating in ANY holiday celebration....
This went along with questioning everything and building personal resolve and courage and a sense of stubborness... (I have fought for my beliefs and lost fights for my beliefs some which ended with me in the principals office or spitting up blood on my attempt to walk to or from school...)
Ultimately what I learned was to even question my belief in Jehovah or YHWH and my own religion... I didnt see the harm in accepting blood or saying the pledge... I did see the value in fighting for what you believe in and developing core principals and as much conflict and problems I had as a kid... I would never trade them. They all served me in different ways. Besides they cant be that bad... I remember throwing up every time I got chemotherapy and losing my hair and having to wear a baseball cap etc etc.... but the only pain I ever remember was spinal taps for bone marrow... I was in a lot of fights as a kid to the point where my mom put me into karate and paid $20 a week for lessons and seriously that meant changing our dinner 1 night a week to ramen. (Which I still love) But with a single parent with 3 kids we did not grow up rich...
Anyways... I think I learned a lot as a jehovahs witness and as a baptist and ultimately its up to each person to embrace religion as they see fit. I think I was molded and perhaps conditioned to be an atheist... Perhaps unknowingly but perhaps I also just absorbed the religion that was native to my region... Its just I was more aware and focused then others might have been and that might also have been only because I was terminally ill... The sheer chance that I ended up as an atheist is quite astounding.
Anyways... How did your religion shape you? Do you think you are just a product of your upbringing and of your practically random experiences you had as a child?
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