jman316 wrote:
As for me, nah my father went through WWII, and after all the killing he was more convinced than ever there was no God. My indoctrination was at school, and I think I was lucky, the Minister was a laughable figure and a complete ar*ehole. So you could say, he gave me my skepticism.
This Minister used to get up on stage to give his sermon and he used to talk with his hands and wave them around like a bloody windmill. It was all very bizarre.

My grandad served in the British Indian. He was the shouty guy you first saw when you first got off that bus. Probably saw horrible things too. Died a couple of years ago. Devout Muslim as they come.
We each walk our own path mate..I have chosen mine and you yours.[/quote]
We do have our own paths but how much of this was our own choice? It wasn't my choice, not to believe in God. It came about as a consequence of reading and asking questions. I've always had a healthy skepticism about everything and thought, what's wrong with this picture? Not believing in God was finding out there was nothing tangible to believe in. It was all just stories being told on a grand scale depending on where you were brought up and what social group you found yourself in. As I said before what you believe largely depends on your geographical location or where your parents came from and what they believe.
Religion is geographical in nature, if you were an Eskimo. What would you believe?
