Yes! My mother was Generic Christian (lapsed-Catholic and now is in the 'do good and you'll go to Heaven' school, and was the only theist of her siblings, despite Gramma's efforts to bring up her kids in the church) and Dad was atheist-agnostic, but she wasn't interested in teaching us religion -- she figured we'd come to our own conclusions*. It took me a while to figure out where I fell on the deist-atheist scale**, but a lot of religion feels like an elaborate game of pretend to me, even though I know that people (friends & family) believe this.
(So did my mother, for that matter. Jenn and I had to explain that Young Earth Creationists still existed and that they weren't all old people who never got biology in school. She believed in angels and God and that her parents are happy in Heaven together, but thought the Bible was entirely allegory.)
* I'm an atheist, my sister went back to Catholicism, but is the most anti-authoritarian Catholic I've met. It seems to have worked.
** It was easy to believe in things like luck or karma that rely on seeing patterns in chance. Harder to believe that the Resurrection was different than, say, Achilles being invulnerable from a bath in the underworld, or even finding a door to Narnia in your closet.
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Date: 2010-12-02 02:52 pm (UTC)(So did my mother, for that matter. Jenn and I had to explain that Young Earth Creationists still existed and that they weren't all old people who never got biology in school. She believed in angels and God and that her parents are happy in Heaven together, but thought the Bible was entirely allegory.)
* I'm an atheist, my sister went back to Catholicism, but is the most anti-authoritarian Catholic I've met. It seems to have worked.
** It was easy to believe in things like luck or karma that rely on seeing patterns in chance. Harder to believe that the Resurrection was different than, say, Achilles being invulnerable from a bath in the underworld, or even finding a door to Narnia in your closet.