The interesting thing
is, I seldom go through my day thinking of religion or gods or anything
supernatural atall. There is no part of my day that includes "holy" books, devils, ghosts (holy or otherwise), tarot cards, talking to the dead,
afterlives, (prelives, for that matter,) runes, angels, daemons, special undergarments, Phrenology, palmistry, alchemy, Big Foot, Astrology,
Crystals, crop circles, UFO abductions, Deja Vu, faith healing, guilt and shame,
telekinesis, resurrections, reincarnation, palm reading, vampires, dream reading, zombies, magical hocus pocus, juju and woo woo of all kinds, horoscopes, and the like.
I'll just be moving through the day, rationally. Suddenly someone will, in all sincerity, say something about an angel thing or a prayer thing and I'm immediately thinking:
Oh yeah, people out there actually believe this stuff
and it is meaningful for them...
Here is an example: I was at a pharmacy the other day and saw a DVD
meant for TODDLERS explaining the beauty of God's creation... I
literally nearly tripped!
All I could think was: ACK!!!
I find it discouraging that there are parents out there trying to do the right thing for their children and the best that they can come up with is the Christian religion. That parents do their part in the indoctrination of children into the church.
I remember how my daughter used to listen to every single thing I ever said and compare those things with every single thing she heard every place else. She was being discerning, looking for patterns, trying to find things that didn't fit. She was great at this! The problem was that Christians have their messages out there in abundance. It is as pervasive as racism, body distorting images, or fast food. Preschool-aged The Doctor was always on alert, still is! She would always be pointing out the places where religion was saying things different from what I was saying.
In her kindergarten class alone (in the year 2001), she was exposed to Christian stuff on a daily basis. From the Pledge of Allegiance to lovely Christian Jesus stories (in a public school). I strongly felt that is was my responsibility to be honest about the world. She was looking to me for information and for truth. In fact, she was demanding it. I strongly felt I would have failed her if I had told her stories of a flood or a father being told by God to kill his beloved son. It just made no sense. But the religion stories were all around her. She saw them, heard them, and felt confused by them. And this was with me being vigilant.
I admit, that had something to do with us moving into homeschooling at first...
The Doctor remembers those days well, especially the confusion of how pervasive the religious bias was in our area. She fondly remembers the stories of fairies from her younger days, and she relegates the religious stories to that same bin.