tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8262036566453772826.post4345921972816690833..comments2023-08-29T05:24:10.643-04:00Comments on So They Think We're Crazy: I Knew ItSheila Redmondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09027252918327486111noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8262036566453772826.post-14803570516108499932019-12-05T15:51:07.633-05:002019-12-05T15:51:07.633-05:00I am not too far into reading your blog and landed...I am not too far into reading your blog and landed here. This reminded me of sitting in mass, before my first communion, listening to the priest talk about how intercourse was something so special that it was reserved for marriage. If you aren't pure when you enter into it, you are basically evil. Those who do not wait are dirty and condemned. Obviously that's not verbatim but that was the point of it. Having already been sexually assaulted by that age, I truly felt that I was condemned to hell. I grew out of thinking that way fairly early. But the pews are filled with children and statistically, it's highly improbable that I was the only one interpreting the message that way. <br />I think you were on point with the violence in Christianity with your dissertation. I think it would be an interesting experiment to only leave the violence. Remove everything else. Hand that over to parents and ask them, "honestly, is this something that you would ever let your children read?" I can't imagine that there would be many takers. <br />Thank you for sharing your thoughts, I have found them to be validating in my own beliefs that there isn't much love expressed in the Bible. I didn't get my children bibles, ever, but their grandparents did. I got them dictionaries. I never removed the bibles from the house that were gifted to them. If that was something that they wanted to believe in, more power to them. Turns out bibles aren't a fascinating read for most 8 year olds.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com