Fossten,
Please repost your thread on evolution. Could you please sumerize it for us non-religious types.
Just so you know, I'm certainly not anti-religion, I just have no faith. I have an outlook on faith that is skewed by personal experiences. I went to a military school in the late '60s. There were under 200 cadets. There were 7 Jews and 7 Blacks enrolled. The Blacks had a Baptist ceremony while the rest of the school went to a "Christian" service conducted in the mess hall on Sunday.
We conducted the Jewish services in one of the classrooms on Saturday morning during parade practice. I was Bar-Mitzvahed at 13 strictly for my European-heritage grandparent's sake. This was 40 years ago and the memory of the Holocost was very fresh in their minds. My parents had little interest in religion. My father had to learn his part of my Bar-Mitzvah service phoenetically because he couldn't be bothered to learn the Hebrew. I digress.
Since we didn't have anything to do on Sunday I usually walked off some of my penalty tours. My path around the 90-foot square took me by the mess hall where I clearly heard the "preacher" condemn the Jews for killing Christ. Granted, this was the South and I was a suburban teenage problem child, but I didn't deserve what came next.
That night I was tied to my bed while every horrible thing was shouted at me by my classmates. Most often I heard "Christ Killer" ring in my ears as crosses were cut into the backs of my hands with serated butter knives.
Nothing was done, no one was punished, I was changed. I lost all faith.
Please repost your thread on evolution. Could you please sumerize it for us non-religious types.
Just so you know, I'm certainly not anti-religion, I just have no faith. I have an outlook on faith that is skewed by personal experiences. I went to a military school in the late '60s. There were under 200 cadets. There were 7 Jews and 7 Blacks enrolled. The Blacks had a Baptist ceremony while the rest of the school went to a "Christian" service conducted in the mess hall on Sunday.
We conducted the Jewish services in one of the classrooms on Saturday morning during parade practice. I was Bar-Mitzvahed at 13 strictly for my European-heritage grandparent's sake. This was 40 years ago and the memory of the Holocost was very fresh in their minds. My parents had little interest in religion. My father had to learn his part of my Bar-Mitzvah service phoenetically because he couldn't be bothered to learn the Hebrew. I digress.
Since we didn't have anything to do on Sunday I usually walked off some of my penalty tours. My path around the 90-foot square took me by the mess hall where I clearly heard the "preacher" condemn the Jews for killing Christ. Granted, this was the South and I was a suburban teenage problem child, but I didn't deserve what came next.
That night I was tied to my bed while every horrible thing was shouted at me by my classmates. Most often I heard "Christ Killer" ring in my ears as crosses were cut into the backs of my hands with serated butter knives.
Nothing was done, no one was punished, I was changed. I lost all faith.