I Just Don't Know  My dad is a pastor. So I've been raised in a
super Christian environment.   I yearn for those long ago days,
when I was happy.  I can barely remember them now, but there are
some things I can remember. I can remember childish delight and
a firm belief in Christianity.  But now. I do still believe in
God. I guess it's almost programmed into me. But I don't pray to
God to tell him how much I love him and how much my ridiculously
public displays of belief in Him just shamed all Christians. I
pray to Him to tell Him how much I hate my life, and how I don't
believe that He personifies love.  All the personality tests
I've ever taken, for school and for fun, have always told me
that I'm very logical or realistic. I like my facts. I like
things that can be proved. And that's one of my biggest problems
with religion. Religion is faith, faith, faith. To religious
people, everything in their holy text is sacred, unquestionably
true. The thing is, they need to be able to justify that to
nonreligious p