Would you want a calendar that had a month in its pages that didn't exist or a holiday that wasn't really there?
Would you want your clock to chime 13 or to try and cash a check with insufficient funds?
No. You wouldn't.
And do you know why?
Living on earth, in the final analysis is a PRACTICAL matter for it to work at all.
There is enough in the way of bad luck, hard times and ignorant people standing in the roadway of life waiting to take our children down and
keep them there. Why, oh why, would we want them to have a little time bomb of stupidity ticking away inside their soul?
Faith tells you there is money in the bank when there isn't.
Faith tells you there is somebody on your team with influence pulling for you and there isn't.
Faith tells you that you can walk on water and you can't.
Faith says, "Fact? Facts aren't important." But, they are, dammit---they really are!
Give children a chance. Give children a chance by giving them honesty. Give them a fair chance by not putting a chain around their leg that has a huge iron ball attached named "God".
They'll be dragging God around everywhere like an escapee from a chain gang.
They'll learn to divide people into sheep and goats and they'll learn to sneer at whoever becomes "them".
They'll absorb the absurd fairy tale of a half-eaten fruit, a wiley snake and an invisible voice from above who puts women down and drowns little kids who don't believe it will rain.
Why do that? Why? So they'll fit in with the other knuckle-draggers who think the Earth is 6,000 years old and that dinosaurs drowned in Noah's day?
Why cripple your own child with medieval certainty that god is a gonna come down and smite everybody like bugs if they don't shout "Jesus" real loud and mean it?
Why make them waste their life hurling prayers at an empty sky that will come back down and crash into their world with a blow?
Why not--instead---tell them the truth?
Nobody really knows a damn thing about "God". We are all thirsty in a desert with no oasis and we want a drink so bad we see "God" shimmering just up ahead...just....out....of....reach and we can't ever get any closer than our own mind.
Don't make your own flesh and blood pant after a mirage. Let them drink of reality and use their natural talent to become rational and their resourcefulness to build a wonderful life with the work of their own two hands. Keep it real.
Don't make your kid beg the night sky for miracles with only the sound of the lonely wind as a reply.
Fill your child with knowledge and confidence and a yearning to slake his curiousity with the wonders man can achieve by dint of hard work and genuine purpose. There are enough dreamers, mystics and ne'r-do-wells fleecing the flocks of all the gods already.
Give your child the greatest gift a parent can give: an untampered mind. Keep it real; life is real.