By Donald A. Collins
I got to thinking recently about how I came to become an atheist. It happened so long ago that the origins of setting up my certain descent into Hell can’t be precisely dated or actually codified in precise words. Probably I was half convinced by the time of my first marriage on September 10, 1954 at age 23, but certainly by the time of my second marriage on August 31, 1976 I was quite hard core. Still, my wife and I went to considerable trouble, she being Jewish and I a nominal protestant, to find a liberal clergyman to officiate! Why? Not sure.
As a widower on the occasion of my 3rd marriage, November 26, 1994 both my wife, Sally, and I had officiators from each of our families, her brother, Bob, an Anglican priest, and my cousin, Ted, an Anglican bishop, the former reading passages from Corinthians, and my cousin giving a memorable homily that kept carefully to a sectarian script at our request.
Hey, let’s hear those verses Bob read. I find them wonderful. And since my faith consists of faith in humanity not any god, I guess I qualify to try to live up to these magnificent goals.
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