I know there are a lot of people who will think that of me, after they read what I’m about to write.
I don’t care.
Almost exactly 21 years ago, my mother tried to kill me. My step-father, who was an ordained minister of the First Christian Church (Disciples of Christ), stood by her side and used religion to justify her actions. That was the day my faith in organized religion of any form died.
Today I got a phone call. The caller was informing me that my step-father had passed on.
I feel no sense of loss. I’m not sorry he’s gone. I intend to hold a mostly private party, with my wife, tonight – to celebrate the first step to the end of a 21 year long trial.