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The Wholly Incomprehensible

There we were all lined up, the girls dressed like little brides, the boys in white shirts and ties, hands joined in a slow shuffle towards the wholly incomprehensible. At that age you believe in anything you're told though it was not belief that was the problem but the penalties for not believing that set a horror loose to crush our little souls.

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Sara Baker

Date: 7/26/2025 4:19:00 PM

what a frightening and sad situation! I can't imagine anyone destroying a child's innocence. Nicely done, Paul. Wishing you a pleasant evening, Sara

Paul Willason
Date: 7/26/2025 4:54:00 PM

Indeed...invariably the scarring is permanent. This type of abuse remains an indefensible legacy of all religions that have a "believe or be punnished" clause. Value your comments Sara, Thankyou, regards Paul

David Kavanagh

Date: 7/26/2025 11:25:00 AM

Been there done that one Paul, the penalties were indeed severe, and I’m not just taking about eternal punishment in hell, such a shameful crime to force this upon children with beatings if we stepped out of that line of innocence you so well describe here, so much said in this short piece, will resonate with anyone that lived through it, cheers David!! PS love the title!

Paul Willason
Date: 7/26/2025 4:38:00 PM

I find this type of chilhood abuse hard to forgive when, even now, most Christian denominations have hell and eternal damnation still firmly rooted in their dogma and still shovel the shit into the beautiful minds of children. It betrays a cruelty that has no defence. Guilty as charged. Thanks my friend, I know we sing from the same hymn book. Cheers, Paul