Imagine, if you will, that from the time you came into this world, god was a member of your family. When you learned to say mom and dad and your siblings’ names, you also learned to say Jesus, god, and Bible.
For everything good, your mother thanked god. Every offence, god would avenge. Every disgrace was a prelude for something great, because god would make it so.
It takes a good hard look at life for a child born into a fundamentalist family/community: and it also takes a look at the process if someone was to leave such a family/community. Gutsy, well written piece.
Check it out here.