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April 16, 2017
As a child, I found adults' attitudes to religion perplexing. My young jeremiad went thusly:

"There is, you say, a wrathful deity who rules over us all and demands that we sing to him and tell him how great he is for one hour every week on pain of eternal damnation.

"You use that time to nap, chat about sports, show off your new hat, make faces at and feed oat cereal to your baby... why aren't you slightly more freaked out? Why aren't you taking this grave situation more seriously? You're adults, you're supposed to be keeping us safe."