I can’t log on without finding another article or blog divulging someone’s fall from religion.
And the response of readers is amazing. It’s as if everyone’s doubts about religion have been simmering under the surface and the ability to give their two cents anonymously has allowed them to explode. Atheists have never been noisier.
Similarily, the idea for Believe Me stemmed from my own indecision about whether to raise my children with a religious faith.
I am a lapsed Catholic. My husband is a mouthy atheist. I call him a devout Darwinist. In fact, the germ of this story occurred a couple of years ago when my daughter was about six and she was asking my husband whether heaven existed and he said no and she started crying. After I calmed her down, saying Daddy had his opinions but that didn’t necessarily mean that they were true, I came and hissed at him, “You can’t deny a six-year-old child heaven.”
And I began to wonder, what are the consequences of denying a child a belief in heaven?
So began the idea for Nic Delano, a 13-year old whose mother has raised him to be rational, scientific and logical until one day she discovers he’s been sneaking off to bible class.
I wrote it as a personal journey: to discover my connection to religion. And it’s becoming apparent very quickly that many people are making the same journey…
photo by Dom Dada (flickr)