I Admit...
…that if somebody still follows the religion that their parents raised them in, I can’t help but consider them too lazy or intellectually incurious to have explored a differing vewpoint. I’m probably wrong in this; perhaps they did try all the options and think deeply about all of them before returning to the traditional snake-handling of their forebears, but I think that the vast majority of the time, they couldn’t even adequately explain why they go to the same church they did as a child.
I bowed out of the whole God-worshipping thing sometime around middle school: it just didn’t make any sense to me, and it still doesn’t. If you worship some form of God, good for you. We can still be friends, as long as you don’t cherry-pick chapters of your holy book for the purpose of discriminating against whatever group you don’t like.
I hope that you really thought about it and didn’t just blindly accept the faith you were raised with, because that’s how every social ill perpetuates itself, be it racism or hatred of gays or the classism that’s ripping our country apart right now.
Please just think. I make friends with smart people, and I guarantee you that the people I know with faith arrived at that decision more often than not after a long search. I respect that. I don’t respect lazy acceptance of the status quo.
