Insights come at odd times and from unexpected sources. My religious belief began to erode early. The classic children’s film, “The Wizard of Oz,” was an early contributor to the crumbling of my religious faith.
There is a scene when Dorothy, Scarecrow, Tin Man and Cowardly Lion arrive at the entrance to Emerald City and inform the doorman that they want to see the Wizard. He replies, “The Wizard? But nobody can see the Great Oz! Nobody's ever seen the Great Oz! Even I've never seen him!”
Dorothy responds by asking, “Well, then how do you know there is one?”
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This hit me like a ton of bricks when I was about 6 or 7 years old. It encapsulated something that had been bothering me about “God” but that I had been unable to articulate at my young age.
I began to ask questions. My parents and my teachers at the Catholic school in which I had been enrolled urged me to have faith.
But my mind rebelled against having faith. The more I thought about what it meant to have faith, the less I wanted to have any part of it.

