I was raised by a devoutly Catholic mother and a father who couldn’t give a shit about religion at all. I guess I took after him.
Still, mom would drag us to Mass every Sunday and dad would go along with it, I guess just to appease her.
When I was little and could not even see over the heads of the people in the pew in front of us, I assumed that the voice of the priest whom I could not see was the voice of God.
Probably he was a child molester.
I got an illustrated bible as a kid. I dug it. I still recall the illustration of the blind Samson knocking down the temple. I thought that was cool. I also liked the illustrated book of Genesis, the story of Moses, and Noah’s ark. I thought they were great fairy-tale stories, cuz even then I was into fiction and especially fantasy fiction. I still am. One of my favorite writers is Borges.
Then I got Time/Life books about science. I liked the stuff about potential extraterrestrials the best. One showed an illustration of a potential Martian, extremely tall because of low gravity and with huge rib cage and lungs to suck up the sparse air. Jovian inhabitants were depicted as giant floating gas bags. I dug it so much. Still do.
Later I got books about dinosaurs and became a dinosaur fan for life.
Still later I began reading sci-fi, principally Asimov and Clarke. And I got ahold of a science book called One, Two, Three … Infinity, by George Gamow. By now I was sold on science for life.
One day mom dragged us to Mass and the priest said that we should all tithe to the church even if we could not afford to do so, that we should put church above family. Dad said, “That’s it, we’re out of here.” And out we went.
I have almost never went back to church since, except for reasons like funerals. Last year I went to a church service for a dead friend, and the priest babbled about how near-death experiences are like Moses crossing the Red Sea. Whatever.
I was sentenced to attend a Catholic high school, which required tuition. My parents figured I’d probably get a better education there than at the local high school that was filled with hooligans. They were probably right about that.
Some of my teachers were nuns and priests. They did not impress me. I was rebuked when at age 16 I expressed support for abortion rights. I still recall fellow students, and teachers, having a big freakout when Roe v. Wade came down.
There was a chapel we were expected, but not required, to periodically attend. I never went. Religion just never meant much of anything to me.
But on the other hand, when I came of age in the late 70s and in my high school, there was a big movement for liberal Christianity, the idea of following the alleged ethical teachings of Christ to succor the poor, etc. This later got superseded by evangelical nutbaggery.
And while I remain partial to ethical Christianity as interpreted by writers who were not contemporaneous with Christ, I have also read and appreciated writers like Nietzsche and Rand who disavowed even ethical Christianity. There is also Dostoevsky, who I believe was a Christian atheist.
In any case, there can be something beguiling about religion, or at least religious imagery and rhetoric. Lincoln’s Second Inaugural Address, suffused with religion, is one of the greatest speeches ever delivered, IMO. Elvis Presley’s music was molded by gospel music.
And then then there is Martin Luther King’s Mountaintop speech, delivered the day before he was killed. It too is suffused with religion. The peroration always gets me, to the point of tears:
And then I got into Memphis. And some began to say the threats, or talk about the threats that were out. What would happen to me from some of our sick white brothers?
Well, I don't know what will happen now. We've got some difficult days ahead. But it really doesn't matter with me now, because I've been to the mountaintop.
And I don't mind.
Like anybody, I would like to live a long life. Longevity has its place. But I'm not concerned about that now. I just want to do God's will. And He's allowed me to go up to the mountain. And I've looked over. And I've seen the Promised Land. I may not get there with you. But I want you to know tonight, that we, as a people, will get to the promised land!
And so I'm happy, tonight.
I'm not worried about anything.
I'm not fearing any man!
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord!!