Eh ... no. Raised lightly Catholic. We went to church on Sundays, none of it made any sense to me, and my parents never talked about it. I never really bought it. I skipped a grade early on, so when all the other kids were seven and I was six, and the class was doing all sorts of magical "getting ready for First Communion" shit, the teacher (an old Sister), made sure to point out every day that I wouldn't be participating.
Six year old me had a real strong sense of justice, and I knew that was wholly unfair, not to mention unkind, calling me out as "different" every single day. The contradiction between that and an "all-loving god" was obvious.
Eh ... no. Raised lightly Catholic. We went to church on Sundays, none of it made any sense to me, and my parents never talked about it. I never really bought it. I skipped a grade early on, so when all the other kids were seven and I was six, and the class was doing all sorts of magical "getting ready for First Communion" shit, the teacher (an old Sister), made sure to point out every day that I wouldn't be participating.
Six year old me had a real strong sense of justice, and I knew that was wholly unfair, not to mention unkind, calling me out as "different" every single day. The contradiction between that and an "all-loving god" was obvious.