(8 year old Ricky is drawing a picture of Jesus when his older brother walks into the room...)
...there I was, happily drawing my hero when my big brother Bob asked, “Why do you believe in God?” Just a simple question. But my mum panicked. “Bob,” she said, in a tone that I knew meant “shut up.” Why was that a bad thing to ask? If there was a God and my faith was strong, it didn’t matter what people said.This story has come to mind quite a bit since I read it several months ago and I have used it several times to make a point in conversations. My point that I make is this - Making people feel bad for asking questions about their faith is destructive. There is this underlying fear in some people that Christianity really isn't true, that if they look at it too closely, it will fall apart. If it is true, then it is durable as well and will stand up to our questioning. Oliver Wendell Holmes said it best when he said, "Truth is tough. It will not break, like a bubble, at a touch; nay, you may kick it about all day like a football, and it will be round and full at evening."
Oh…hang on. There is no God. He knows it, and she knows it deep down. It was as simple as that. I started thinking about it and asking more questions, and within an hour, I was an atheist.
If it really is true then we shouldn't be afraid of questions. That fear is far more destructive than any question.