No Nail For the Crown
August 22, 2020 When I was a child, I wanted to believe that my god was perfect. I wanted to believe the lie, you know the one, that he loved us so much that he gave his only begotten son for our sins. I wanted to believe in choirs, angels, beautiful white marble, and being able to see my maternal grandfather again. The problem was that I had displaced memories that I could not explain. These memories felt like me, an adult me. In addition, the images that accompanied these memories did not jive with what the bible taught. I had first begun having these memory flashbacks from about the age of four. At that very young age, I of course had nowhere near the vocabulary to express them, so I became obsessed with my children’s bible to try to figure out what happened “before” the bible. However, the bible’s book of Genesis glosses over the big bang, and our evolution in just a few paragraphs. In addition, the theory of evolution did not explain what I knew to be real, this other exi...
