I was born and raised within a Catholic culture (I'm hispanic), but my religious education was quite a mess. On one hand, my Dad is atheist. He says he only believes in anything he can see, smell, hear or touch. On the other my mother, who grew up baptist, doesn't quite believe in God but thinks we all have a spiritual side.
Then, there were my grandparents. My grandpa (my dad's father) was a staunch God believer, but hated the Church and the priests to death. He said his relationship with God was a private matter and the Church had no business in it. He thought priests were a bunch of thieves and the Pope was a mafia boss. My Grandma, however, was an avid church goer and was always blaming it on the devil for anything negative or bad that would happen to her.
My other grandparents (my mom's parents) were a baptist and Church goers. They did everything in their power to get me and my siblings to at least get in the habit of going to Church every Sunday, but failed miserably.
Then, to make things even more confusing, I went to Catholic school. Don't ask me why. But I had a happy childhood, which, in my opinion, is what really matters.
I guess I'm atheist.
