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It was where I, at age 10. came to doubt Christianity.
2. My parents decided to take us to a Presbyterian church. But my father didn’t like it becuase it was too liberal. He couldn’t understand why anyone would support a black radical like Angela Davis.
3. My parents decided that then we must go to a very liberal Methodist church. But my Mom didn’t like the fact that lesbians were so open about themselves as to sit next to each other and hold hands. The minister has just gotten divorced because he’s closeted gay. Not closeted anymore.
And part of it it too was that my sister Melissa got into a bad way with a boy who attended church there. She was hypersexual and smoked pot because of him. And Dad and Mom decided we needed to leave.
4. So then it was time to go back to Jesus. Mom and Dad decided that we needed a taste of the old time religion. So, enter the praise and worship (non-denominational) read: Baptist church. Southern Baptist with new money. Suddenly I’m hearing about Satan. Suddenly I’m understanding Jonathan Edwards.
We leave because it’s all about making money. Beware the edifice complex. It’s not about Jesus Christ–it’s about $70 million dollar buildings.
5. So I go to Unitarian Universalist Church of Birmingham. Small church. Insular. Snooty. Have to prove that you’re worthy before they’re accept you. Took me two years before they took me seriously.
6. Join cult known as FUUSE/C*UUYAN. See that they have no sense of irony. Object strongly to AO/AR programming. Object to incompetent way program is run. Leave.
7. Move to Atlanta. Join UUCA. Enjoy self immensely. Healthy environment. Good social group.
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