My minister at Live Oak UU Congregation in Goleta California suggested that people should write down the story of how they came to join our congregation. I have done some versions of this before; around 1995 I participated in a workshop called "My Spiritual Autobiography", but it may well be time to do it again.
I could do this the short version or the long version. Today I will do the long version. It falls in several chapters:
I was born in the farmland of Denmark; my parents (with some help from my maternal grandfather) bought a small 30-acre farm the year I was born. Since 1536, the Evangelical-Lutheran Church of Denmark has been the state religion, and when I was a child, 90+% of the population were members, with the Roman Catholic Church a distant second at about 3%, about 2% baptists, and maybe 0.2% jews. My parents attended church every month or two, plus when there was a baptism, confirmation, wedding or funeral in the extended family.
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Because Lutheranism is a state religion, basic religious instruction has always been part of elementary school, with a weekly lesson called "Christianity Knowledge", beginning in the first grade. History did not begin until a year or two later. This religious instruction was mostly the benign "bible stories" well known in America, too. As elementary school progressed, bothe the bible stories and the history stories gradually linked up within each subject.
In the 7th grade (age 14) we went off to a classroom in the parsonage next to the church for confirmation lessons. Parents by then could request that their kids be exempted if they were not Lutherans and their kids were not going to be confirmed.
My local farming area was exceptional in that it was one of only two rural areas in the country where there was a baptist settlement numerous enough to form parishes with a baptist parish church. Our local baptists had a (boy) scout troop, which I joined, and with friends from there the teen-age me went to youth group events, including winter revival camp week. My dad worried a bit that they might try to baptize me, but I was never tempted. They did, however, have some friendly girls.
In my early twenties, I was living in Albertslund (Western suburb of Copenhagen) and commuting to work at the University of Copenhagen science campus near Faelledparken. Every day I got off the metro (S-tog) at Oesterport station and walked by a small romanesque building next to the US Embassy. In a glass case by the sidewalk a sign said (in Danish): "You may be a Unitarian and you just do not know it yet". I did not know how true that was until 10 years later!
In time, Debra became the Director of Religious Education (as it was called back then). She also joined up with the yoga class that morphed into the Sangha. Much later, after our divorce, she became an ordained buddhist nun in the Thich Nhat Hanh affiliated "Order of Interbeing".
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