I was raised christian by my grandmother and for a long time, accepted it as the only religion that really existed. My mother wouldn't allow me to be baptised until I was old enough to decide for myself. I considered myself a very devout christian. I went to church twice, sometimes three times a week, both here and occasionally in another city, where my grandmother lived. I sang in the church choir, led worship at my youth group, went to bible study. At about age 16, sitting at church, it occured to me that I really didn't agree with anything the pastor was saying. I had studied countless other offsprings of religion, and while he was saying that christianity was the one true religion, I found that impossibly hard to believe. I left my church that day and have not been back since.

Now, I am a pastafarian and think that the flying spaghetti monster has blessed me, by touching me with his noodly appendage.

Now seriously, put very basicly, the religous path I follow lies in the general area of pagan. I prefer to worship nature, the earth, and all the good things I can see, as opposed to a supposed god, whom I don't know. I believe their is a higher power out there, as our world is too perfect to be accidental, and while I thank said "god" for helping us get started, it is not who I choose to worship.