(By the way, she failed.) I was a confused little girl, wondering why I was walking home early for asking a sincere question.
But six year olds (at least in my family) couldn't stop going to church, even six year olds with a whole host of unanswered questions. And ten years later, my last straw was a particularly unpleasant encounter with a minister who was counseling me. My mother was not the sort of woman that one disobeyed, but even she was unable to get me to set foot in a church after that.
In fairness, I have to say that what happened really was the very last thing.
Now the only question was, what religion was I going to join to find these things?
It turns out I know a little about Buddhism, Hinduism, Wicca, various streams of Christianity, random mystics and assorted philosophers.
That question was: “What do you do if you don’t have faith?
” What she was really trying to teach me was not to ask questions.My sixteen-year-old self had done a lot more thinking and come up with a lot more apparently unanswerable questions.That's what really caused me to stop being Christian.After college, I moved to Denver, Colorado, where I chanced upon an interesting group of people who practiced Wicca.Although Wiccans (both male and female) call themselves witches, they are not Satanists.My mother did me a great favor by moving us to Southern California when I was three years old so that I would be able to attend better schools.