The god of my childhood was a huge, blue-eyed man with long gray hair who sat on a shiny golden throne high up in the heavens. He was usually my “go-to guy” when I needed something badly, like a new toy or a day off from homework… childish things, more or less. I usually spoke to him on Sundays too – during Sunday school and immediately after, when chastised by my teachers for not reading the Bible well enough or knowing tons of verses by heart.
My god never said much to me though, with me doing most of the begging/talking. As long as I was good, we were fine. And when I wasn’t, Continue reading