I am currently reading Crispin on a whim, as I had no book and decided to pick it up. I remember reading it in sixth grade, and being satisfied with it, but now that I am getting somewhere with the plot, I'm a little dissapointed in my sixth grade thoughts of a good novel. Anyways, in Crispin, a boy with no name's mother dies. She wasn't liked at all by anybody in their community, so, neither was her son. Once she dies, the evil landlord guy comes and yells at the kid for a bit, pushes him around, and then burns down his house and all of his belongings. I don't believe I mentioned this earlier, but this book takes place during medieval times. Otherwise this story would sound a bit ridiculous. After being declared fair game, No-Name-Boy runs away and continues to find comfort in two things: his only friend, who is a priest, and his prayers.
Now this got me thinking a bit. I only wonder, what are the forces that cause people to believe in one deity or another, or a lack thereof? Is it your upbringing? But if it is, then where did your parents receive their faith from? I suppose some people may have had miraculous occurrences in their lives that spurred on their beliefs. Or maybe they read a holy book and decided upon that particular religion. But if I had never been told that the Bible was a holy book and the truth, I would've mistaken it for a work of fiction. I'm only asking, where does this deep-rooted belief come from? Some religions don't fit in with people's morals and ethics either. I suppose that's a factor that can be set apart from the rest, as it doesn't tie in with history or other people's thinking, only your own.
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