I wouldn’t call myself an atheist. I was raised in the church. And when I say raised, I mean Sunday school, then church. My grandma was a deaconess, and we stayed after church to help count the money, and pour the leftover grape juice back in the bottle. (SCUST now that I think about it)
Men’s Day, Women’s Day. I had to be a junior usher with my sister. We had “envelopes”. My grandmother tithed. We saw women with those ridiculous ass hats. Church women were always gossiping, and I hated all the judgement. But I was one of those kids who would sit in a corner, listen to adults speak, and absorb information.
I got to a point where it didn’t make sense to keep going to church, and my grandma got mad at my mother for not forcing us to go anymore. I still prayed, and read the Bible, but I didn’t do church.
Right around Trayvon, and social media beginning to become what it is, it opened my eyes to how people really think, and I became much more pragmatic about certain things. So the idea of praying before meals, praying before bed just seemed unnecessary. I believe more in energy, spirituality, although, I’m on the fence on karma.
I believe in a higher power, but Christianity as taught is not for me.
