An Atheist Reads Narnia
My innocence didn’t last long. Even before I was out of my obligatory altar server years, I had lost interest in church. Tepidly Catholic, I performed the rituals with minimal engagement, mostly to please family members. Then I took an undergraduate art class where I discovered the profit-driven history of cathedrals, after which I took a women’s history elective that taught me a few things I hadn’t learned in religious ed....