Born in South Africa. Grand Father was a Pastor. He put sandwiches on top of the rubbish bins so homeless wouldnt have to search bins for food. (Went back there as an adult. So many things to say there)

Early teens in UAE. Had Muslim neighbours. Nicest family Ive met. Didnt push thier beliefs on anyone.

Australia. Mid teens to adult+. Got diss-illusioned with the church. Pastor made jokes about rhe old building. Had a notebook to take notes on what he said each week. Realised he duplicated some sermons.

I am fully open to believe it was my late teens - ealry adulthood that opened my eyes to the real world, or irs the churches fault for not sheltering me enough to convinee me that christianty is the way forward.

I already said the pastor had neighbours sleeping in the yard, but at the same time, they were trying to convice us teens to go overseas ro recruit new christians there. If you can afford plane tickets over seas, you can afford a blanket and some hot food for people in your home town.

Again, theres over 7 billion people on this planet. Maybe im just unlucky, got the short straw, and saw the worst of christianity, but im probably not going back.