The day I stopped fearing Hell
When I was a child, I believed that God was real, but I never believed that he was the only god in the world. I grew up in a cultural Christian home (going to church maybe 3 times per year, including end-of-school-year ceremonies), in the Lutheran/Evangelical Swedish Church, and I spent years in youth groups. The Swedish school system had this clause for many years, that children should be raised in Christian traditions and values. I remember my teacher reading from the Children's Bible by candlelight. This was a few days before the Winter break and she was reading about the nativity. Nothing about Herod or babies being hurt. Just the nice thing about not finding shelter and Jesus being born in a barn. I also remember thinking it was dumb for a very pregnant woman traveling on a donkey at the risk of her and the baby, but chalked it up to different times. I was 11 at the time and thanks to the youth group leaders, I already knew that doubting the stories told in the Bible would se...