QuoteGod didn't plan those people to be the way they are....
If Christianity is true, and Jesus really is the only way, then when I die, I'll be up in the clouds mocking you all.
If god didn't plan them, then he's not all powerful. Also, sitting up in the clouds mocking people who are burning for eternity.... not very nice. That immediately makes you a worse person than me in that you would enjoy seeing many other people suffering for the rest of existence, while you live it up in luxury. I would never, ever condone such a thing.
Anyway,
We can change this thread a bit to be about religious upbringing because I'm certainly curious to hear about other peoples religious upbringing... particularly steel drummers at this point

My parents never spoke about god. They were agnostic, but just never ever put their views of religion upon me... not on purpose, just because it never occured to them. I learned about religion through school.
I always took it to be a kind of silly story that OTHER people believed in, I guess because I'd grown up without having to believe that a magician magicked up the entire planet, so when I DID learn about it and had a little bit of a mind of my own, I chose to reject it based on so, so many ridiculous things about the whole story.
I did, in primary school, get bullied for not believing in god and told I'd go to hell etc. Once, the priest (who used to visit the school every week) asked me to sit on his lap and I said no. He tried to coax me on and said, "Ah come on, don't be shy!" but I refused because he was a strange old man and it was embarrassing to sit on his lap in front of the whole class, because he always used to rub peoples faces and hair and stuff. Afterwards, the people in my class told me I'd go to hell for being disrespectful. My parents told the school that I wasn't to EVER be present in the room with that priest again and that when he visited, I should go to the school library. My teacher agreed, but every time the priest visited from then on, she'd still keep me in the room...
My parents took me out of that school and home educated me until secondary school. Incidentally, a huge number of children in my primary school were sexually abused by the local priest. where I used to live is one of the most prevalent areas of Ireland for child sexual abuse by the clergy.
In secondary school however, I guess people were a bit grown up, and it was a different part of Ireland too... so they were a lot more relaxed about their view of god. IE he's just a loving parent who sits in heaven and waits for all his children to come to him so he can party with them. They also believed in evolution, and said that they can't be sure exactly how god created the earth and when he did it, but they believe he's there. Surprising for a bunch of Catholic people, but it was the nicest concept of god I've ever known. They also all went to church of their own accord on Sundays, so it wasn't like they were only half-heartedly believing in him... it was really just what they believed a good god to be like.
FTw.