I Never had “Faith” to Begin With
Story submitted by Kat Hula Parks
I was invited, though I never had “Faith” to begin with. I was not raised in a church setting, nor did I attend church regularly for my own self, but did take my late husband to church every Sunday that he was well enough to attend, for the last 3 years of his life. He was scared, worried about how he had turned his back on God and religious family members (for the most part) and lived the life of a regular hippy dude.
He changed from that peaceful hippy into a TBN-watching conservative who once told me that I shouldn’t let my son (his step-son) read Harry Potter books because Paul Crouch and James Dobson said they would warp my son’s mind and make him jump off the second story of our apartments with a broom, trying to fly. LOL I informed him that my son had a firm grip on reality and knew that the HP books were fiction and I refused to take away books now that he was finally interested in reading for fun.
My son is now 23 and is a self-described Incarnationist. (Has anyone else read the Incarnations of Immortality series by Piers Anthony?) He even named his bearded dragon Norton after the Incarnation of Time.Â
I describe my son as a half-Vulcan Samurai. He believes in Logic and Honor. I couldn’t ask for a more intellectual, considerate, humble person for a son. He is a liberal feminist, too. Yeah, we came out of that period of his last step-dad’s “cramming for finals” religious phase with more firm a grasp on our Humanistic Atheism.
