Prompted by her 5 years old’s desire to become a Muslim, a former Catholic talks about her journey with religion in the London Review of Books:
No one talks about how much fun it is to be a fundamentalist. The word has changed, of course: for any rational person, â€˜fundamentalistâ€™ now means â€˜manifestation of raw evilâ€™, but being a charismatic Christian was a hoot. It was like being at a wild party with no drink, no sex, no hangover, no regrets. I believe! I believe! I am in a suburban sitting-room, and I believe! It was a constant state of expectation and yearning; a suspension so high and long, it was almost like release. Speaking in tongues â€“ I could do it now, if I dared â€“ was pure flow; you had to wince at the sweetness of it. Miracles were two a penny. Everything made sense. People prayed for their lost glasses and found their dentures instead and we all laughed at Godâ€™s little joke.
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