Religion
In reply to the discussion: Now I lay me down to sleep... [View all]The Velveteen Ocelot
(131,193 posts)seem to be the most fearful - of death and everything else. I never quite understood this, since supposedly when you die you go off to live with Jesus in perfect bliss forever, or something like that - unless you were bad, and then you go to hell to burn in fire forever (but God loves us, right?).
My parents were not especially religious, and I never got any of the hellfire stuff (we went to a Congregational, now UCC church). Religion was never pushed very hard on me. I don't remember where I learned the scary prayer, maybe from a grandmother (though they weren't extremely religious, either). But it did scare me. It may have been because I was a kind of hyper kid with an overactive imagination; I was always fretting about something dire. The prayer made me worry that I'd die and God would get me and take me away - not to hell, necessarily, but I'd be snatched from my bed and be gone somehow. It seriously creeped me out until I was old enough to conclude that God was in the same category as Santa Claus, the Tooth Fairy and the Easter Bunny, and he wasn't going to take me away in the middle of the night.