Reflecting back on my earliest memories, I remember asking my mother at age 5-6, where do rainbows come from?
She sat me down with a kiddies bible and explained the Noah story.
Later on in high school I learned about refraction and dispersion and a whole lot of phun science stuff. Lo and behold I also learned that other things also make "rainbow" colours. We learned of the colour spectrum and the primary colours and how the eye works and that white light is a combination of all these pretty colours. We learned that grass is not really green but merely the reflection of certain frequencies of light while other colours are absorbed by the plant.
Wow was mom wrong....
The stories parents tell their kids regarding origins and why this, why that are mostly age appropriate lies and although deceptive, one cannot wonder how these traditions were handed down through the eons. The story of the stork was also told as you really cannot expect a young boy to understand the real mechanics behind copulation and reproduction.
I remember the first time I read about Adam that knew his wife and though doh! how could he not know his wife, did she surprise him????
I was the youngest kid so I never saw the baby bump belly of my mom. I had no personal frame of reference.
As it turned out, much of my early knowledge came from my older siblings that shared the gory details amidst giggles and closed doors.
So poof went the stork and the rainbow and many of these cute little tales.
People in my folks church would share how god spoke to them in the week, I had the kiddies bible with pics depicting moon or sun beams and a passage of some dude being spoken to by god and thought well this is how it happens. I had seen these sun beams and wondered why god was not speaking to me. So I posed the question;
"Mom, when is god going to speak to me?", the answer, "One day he will"
The sunbeams never seemed to shine on me and if they did, obviously I would not be aware as I was in the light. I was expecting an audible booming voice from the heavens as depicted in the KJV bible, it never happened.
The reason I share this, as kids, the mind is very impressionable and even an innocent kiddies bible art piece can make one connect non existent dots.
The older I got, the nastier this dude in the sky became, demanding all sorts of homages and sacrifices and rituals. My dad was pretty mean when I was a kid so the image of god was my biological father. My parents had spawned a kid too intelligent for their limited knowledge. Had they seen this potential and gone to the library to look for answers, perhaps I would be a renowned geologist today. I was always collecting rocks and looking under them. But no, they just passed onto me the stories from the "Big Book"
Before I write a book, I was 8 when my dad allowed me to drive his car for the first time and I pulled away w/o stalling and went up to 70mph and then stopped at his instruction and pulled over safely to allow him to take over. This was w/o one single lesson and merely me observing what he did with the peddles and gears. I had sat on hip lap while he was driving when I was smaller but of course he still had the wheel, I merely had the illusion of being in control.
By the time I was 16, I was given the choice of still attending church and I declined but the indoctrination had been cast in stone and years later I would fall for the con again.
Looking at some of the folk that still believe in myths as the real McCoy, I have to wonder how anyone can develop into adulthood and still take these things as fact. Some lies I guess are just more believable than others.
In my search for the real god, I was pained when I saw tragedy, a kid drowned while swimming, another kid taken by a crocodile (I grew up near the Zambezi river) a man crying out to die in hospital when I had malaria as a 5 year old (he had managed to explode one of those paraffin blow lamps and had 3rd degree burns over 70% of his body - he eventually died. His screams of agony and his crying made me cry) Where was god in all of this? Vague reasons were given and as a kid I accepted them.
I can imagine the first time a kid encountered death say of a grandfather or grandmother and the kid asked where is nana or oupa? What do you tell a 5 year old?
Folk invented a heaven, spirits and ghosts and the kid is told their grandparent has gone to a better place despite the continuous bawling of adults that told you this. You watch as the casket descends into the hole in the ground and listen to the words of the preacher "dust to dust, ashes to ashes..." flowers and rose petals and sand tossed in after the casket came to rest at the bottom. What does this all mean?
As time passes, we see some friends dying in accidents, some of them innocent victims of another drunk driver and the excuses just keep rolling in when you ask where was god. By now the heaven is a better place seems to be the par for the course answer. The drunk driver survives and serves a DUI term for manslaughter after he is patched up in hospital of course. Is this justice?
Still you look to find a rational explanation but there is none. You grow up and before you know it, you are telling the same lies to your kids.
This is how the myths of yore were propagated into modern society. As adults we should realise that heaven is mere hopeful thinking, most go with the flow as that is what the majority of folk do.
It takes serious effort and will power to reject these primitive concepts and accept your own mortality. My dismissal of the lies was a painful severage but now I am over it.
Life is no more than the roll of the dice whether you live long or short lives.
Apologetics are simply excuses for the god that was not/is not there.
Religion (which is derived form the archaic French word
Relegare means bondage) and the trick of the church is to make money off you selling cosmic real estate w/o really answering any of these perplexing questions and keeping you in bondage to your fears of mortality and death.
In a nutshell, kiddie lies become adult "truths".