Like most people, I suppose, if I am not interested in a particular subject, person, place, thing, etc. I spend very little time and waste very little emotional energy thinking about it or concerning myself with it.
And that’s how I was with God for most of my childhood.
As I’ve mentioned on here before, I grew up in a good home with good parents who provided for my every want and need, who were there for me no matter what, who supported me, and who taught me the ways of the world.
What they did not do however, was talk about God, hardly ever.
Although my parents called themselves Catholic, we rarely went to church. And when we did, even though I recall having an interest in the arts and crafts relating to Noah’s Ark, Johan, Daniel and the lion’s den…we made in Sunday School, I found the whole…
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