Having come from Portugal, my mother’s family is Catholic. My mother claims to be Catholic, but she never goes to church, and neither does she make a decent effort to avoid eating meat on Fridays. Not wanting my mother to burn in Hell for all eternity, I took it upon myself to avoid eating meat on Fridays, although I must admit I’m not consistent.
I was raised Catholic, but took up Deism (look it up), and thus I obviously don’t share my family’s Christian beliefs. You might be thinking, “Wait a minute . . . Why would you be concerned about the fate of your mother’s soul if your beliefs don’t justify your fears?”
I’m not going to divulge the details of my religious beliefs, because I don’t want a religious blog, but please bear with me for a moment as I get metaphysical. Read the rest of this entry »