I was born into a family who were Church of Scotland. We all went to church on Sunday. Me and my brother went to Sunday school until we were too old. My dad was an elder of the Kirk, a member of the Deacon's court and heavily involved in church activities. Mum ran the church teenage youth club. My brother rang the church bells on a Sunday morning and I was a Sunday school teacher as a teenager. The minister was a regular visitor to our house. The notion of duty and service was strongly imbued in us. I stopped attending church as an adult. I didn't feel it meant anything to me anymore and I've never really gone back. I love church music, however, and would happily sing old hymns. As I age, I'm no longer sure if I have a faith or not. That doesn't upset me, rather it fuels my curiosity about what happens next.
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