 reimers says: My grandfather had been raised by devout baptist grandparents after his father had gone AWOL and his mother committed suicide, while my grandmother's parents--who occupied a slightly higher station in the hierarchy of small-town, Great Depression society (her father worked for an oil refinery, her mother was a schoolteacher)--were practicing Methodists. But for perhaps the same reasons that my grandparents would end up leaving Kansas and migrating to Hawaii, religious faith never really took root in their hearts. My grandmother was always too rational and too stubborn to accept anything she couldn't see, feel, touch, or count. My grandfather, the dreamer in our family, possessed the sort of restless soul that might have found refuge in religious belief had it not been for those other characteristics--an innate rebelliousness, a complete inability to discipline his appetites, and a broad tolerance of other people's weaknesses--that precluded him from getting to serious about anything. This combination of traits--my grandmother's flinty rati... And Later: "Moreover, as a child I rarely came in contact with those who might offer a substantially different view of faith. My father was almost entirely absent from my childhood, having been divorced from my mother when I was two years old; in any event, although my father had been raised a Muslim, by the time he met my mother he was a confirmed atheist, thinking religion to be so much superstition, like the mumbo-jumbo of witch doctors that he had witnessed in the Kenyan villages of his youth." Seems to be pretty well rounded, with several points of view to examine. That's a good thing. Too many people get stuck in the "mine is right and yours is wrong" mind-set. |
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