I remember how, in elementary school (fourth or fifth grade, I think?), I came home all excited to tell my mom about what I’d learned in class about AIDS research, and how we hoped there’d soon be a cure.
She told me that I shouldn’t wish for a cure, because if AIDS was cured, then there would be no consequences for having sex.
Even as a devout little fundy kid who knew nothing else, I was stunned. Here was my mom, saying that she wanted people to die just so that other people would be afraid to have sex.
It was one of the seeds of doubt that were planted in my mind all throughout my childhood, ultimately flowering into my current atheism.
For the sake of “God”, and for the sake of “godly morality”, my mother wanted people to die.
