By the time I chose my GCSE subjects age 13/14, I had decided to take Religious Education with a real interest in finding answers on whatever deity reined over us. I gave my teacher hell for three years as I interrupted with unanswerable questions which when she failed to answer left her open to me questioning her skills as a religious studies teacher. The three years concentrated solely on Christianity and I complained that I had taken it because it was called 'religious' education and I had taken that to mean multiple beliefs. If my exam had been about discussing views and theories on religion, I think I would have done much better. Instead it was remembering what you called the stand that held the bible at the front of the church etc. I had no interest in that.
My religious education came outside of the school day on the Sunday's that Jehovah's Witnesses stopped the streets, spreading the word of the Lord. I knew the sighs which came whenever they set foot on anyone's driveways but I listened to their discussions with interest. In fact, as soon as my mum saw me willingly go to the door to greet them warmly, she would say, "close the door after you".
"Good morning, can I ask, have you ever wondered if there is a God?" They would say.
An hour later the Jehovah's Witnesses all caved and started to make their excuses and left. I couldn't get enough of the discussion.
It wasn't until I lived in my first house that I could surprise them further and invite them in.
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