My Grandmother's HeritageI would say that I was more influenced by my grandfather's Christianity than by my grandmother's, except that my grandfather's Christianity might not have existed without my grandmother's. My grandmother and her sister, my Great Aunt Lenore, were extreme Christian fundamentalists, members of a sect that regarded Jehovah's Witnesses as loose-thinking backsliders. My grandfather was a heathen young lumberjack when they met, and he refused to convert until the day she died. After her death, however, he began reading the Bible, read it all the way through, accepted baptism and became a pillar of his local Congregationalist church.
The task of reconciling my grandmother's fundamentalism, my father's scientific rational humanism, and my mother's mysticism was an exercise that led me to an extensive background in theology and religious and spiritual literature. This seems an appropriate place to catalog it:
sooner or later
In the meantime, see my philosophy books page.