A very happy heathen
sent in by Lisa I grew up Catholic, following what my parents taught me, thinking Christianity was normal and universal to everyone. But even though I didn’t know anyone of a different religion (or none at all), when I was very young, probably around 7 or so, I started questioning religion. My parents always told me that one must know Jesus to gain entrance to the kingdom of heaven. I didn’t think that was very fair. I remember asking, “What if there was some remote tribe in the jungle somewhere that didn’t know about Jesus.. would they go to hell?” My mom said, “Well, that’s why we have missionaries, to tell them about Jesus.” But I would ask the question again, insisting that there must be some extremely remote tribe that missionaries couldn’t get to. My mom’s answer was, “No, they had no way of knowing about Jesus so God would probably be merciful with them and judge them on their character instead.” At first, it made sense to me but then I said, “Then WHY do we send missionaries ou...