He had to allow
his only begotten son to be killed. With all his omniscience one would think that he could
have done better with his own creation or better helped his church. The idea of a personal
God who dispensed rewards and punishments seemed more like some irrational despot than any
sense of the transcendent. Yet religion offered some means of access to that other
mystical world, or at least I thought that it did. Christmas with its dark snowy nights
and the birth of the Divine child had something fascinating that kept my mind and heart
attracted. So though my faith was disturbed I still
held on to it, hoping that something better would come from it. I remember first
encountering Protestants, or rather realizing that the people nearby followed a dangerous
religious heresy. The church taught us that Protestants were deluded Christians who
were all going to hell. Protestants denied the authority of the church and the
infallibility of the pope, which were not to be questioned by a good Christian. At first I
was hesitant to associate with them, feeling bad for their plight, wondering how much they
would suffer in hell. I was suspicious about them as if they had some sort of plague.
But boys will be boys and play games together,
regardless of their family faiths. Later I learned that Protestants were human beings like
we Catholics and, as boys to boys were just other friends. These great religious divides,
like strict religious rules, appeared manmade or part of a special world outside of life
that people found it convenient to ignore. |