(You all need something a little less stressful today)

My father is 86 years old. Before he retired back in the 1990s, he got into computers at his job. After his retirement, he kept up with computers, and then got into Apple’s iPhones and iPads. Today at his age he is teaching Apple iOS classes at his retirement community. After Christmas he has a full class of old people that got an iPad or iPhone as a gift, and they want to be able to Facetime with their grandkids. One one of my teenage grandkids called their great grandpa once to ask about some new feature in the latest iOS update. I suppose that does not happen in many families. My mother at the same age is taking art classes and recently sold several paintings. The painting above it one of my hers.

I’ve always been the curious type. When hiking as a kid when I was eight or nine, me and my friends came upon a bunch of old radios in a trash dump. While my friends threw rocks at them, I looked inside them, and wondered what all the funny looking components were. I was particularly fascinated by the fan like part in them, and how I could turn a nob on the front and make them move. I later learned in an electronics class at school that it was a variable capacitor used to tune the radio to different channels.

My family had the old World Book Encyclopedias. My Sunday afternoon ritual as a teenager was to lay on the living room floor and just pull out a random volume, and start reading.

I believe the secret sauce of life is curiosity. It keeps you alive, and makes life interesting. Of course, as the old saying goes, curiosity killed the cat, or killed your religion. From the first time I heard the Noah and the Ark story, I wondered how he got all those animals on the boat, how he fed them, and having been around farm animals as a kid, I wondered what he did with all the poop. As I got older and learned about sex, I wondered who Adam and Eve’s kids married. Not each other! How gross!

At my University the LDS Institute director subscribed to Sunstone, and would leave them out to read. I read lots of them, and found likeminded people with the same curiosity about religion, history, and Noah’s Ark. I always wonder if the same curiosity that makes me a good engineer at work, has also doomed my view of religion?

Are there certain personality types that are not a good fit for religion in general, and the Mormon religion in particular? Is the gift of curiosity and skepticism that suits me so well at work a blessing or a curse?

Are you a naturally curious person? How has that affected your religiosity?