I had no reason to believe that my dad's funeral wouldn't be religious. It was at the church where my parents were married and so my mom chose the very same Calvary Temple to have his service. I was asked to read from the bible, if either I or my half sister would read it. Since she made all sorts of excuses not to read it, I ended up doing it. Am I going against my belief or rather non-belief? Yes. Am I being there for my family, especially my newly-widowed mom? Yes. Would I do it again at my mother's funeral or even another family member? Yeah. Do I want them to do this at my funeral? I'd hope not, but I'm sure some bible passage will be read as I lay in a coffin, in a church.
All I thought about was my mom and what she was going through and I put my soapbox aside. My family is unaware of my feelings about religion and atheism, and I prefer that. It won't do them any good nor will it do me any either.
I'll continue to attend the Humanist Association of Manitoba meetings monthly, visit this wonderful website and read as much literature that turns my crank, but I don't see any day soon where I'll accept the holy spirit into my life.
The day that happens, I might as well believe in Santa Claus.
Speaking of which, it's like being a parent of children who believe in Santa. If and when they come around to disbelieving, then I'll feel save to come out of the atheist closet.