Please note, this is neither a religious commentary or criticism; only reflecting on my experiences.

I have a handful of crosses in my room. I read children's bibles (and have "Jonah and the Whale" still on the bookshelf). I even had a Jesus light switch (fun fact: true cause of death was being impaled through the chest by a switch).

But the crosses have always been decor or accessory, the books were interesting stories to read, and...well, Jesus-on-the-Cross was strangely never strange, despite the morbid aesthetic.

I dunno. It was all just normal, or things the adults did - not really religious. So despite all the evidence to the contrary, I don't really think of myself as being raised Christian - or any other particular way, at that.

Self and Art (c) J. "Rehgan" Fitzmaurice