@neologist,
Yes, that's when I finished with evolving - by and large - on the religion scenarios re me. To be clear, it's 48 years since.
You may know, or not, that I am not anti religion. That took some more evolving.
I'm one who wept in front of the Guadalupe cathedral, from anger, on a trip to mexico with mexican heritage friends. I didn't go in.* I've been in many cathedrals, mostly since, but not that one.
But common sense shows me the naturality (I make up words) of religion and some of the good that comes from it, so I see it as often a prompt for good. At the same time, I'm almost inherently phobic about do gooders for self esteem or grace points, everyday americans or others.
*Recent readers won't know that the man of the Rosary Crusade, Father Patrick Peyton, was a good friend of my father - my father had something to do with editing his Miracle of Fatima film, probably volunteer at
Family Theater - and said the Rosary at my father's funeral ceremonies. When he was in Chicago, back then, he came to our house for dinner, a few times. My mother invited missionaries, Father Le Sage (sp?) comes to mind.