I agree with Calpurnia to a certain degree. I've never read Mr. Russell's book, but as a child, I began having serious doubts about religion. I had it shoved down my throat and spent the better part of my adolescence gagging. I was raised southern baptist and we all know what kind of bunch they are. As soon as I was able, I left the church and haven't looked back. For the past two years, I have been attending a Jewish Temple on the other side of town and have found it to be not only an appealing atmosphere, but have learned that not all people have the stinging rhetoric of the SB's. It's quite unlike anything I've ever experienced.
I don't think that any religion has the right to monopolize whatever God there may or may not be. Nor does any religion have the right to say to someone "You're not good because you don't believe like we do". That just doesn't do it for me.
Am I thinking of converting? Perhaps. I don't know yet. I need some kind of a spiritual home, someplace where I can be myself and not be afraid of scowling eyes or whispers behind white-gloved hands. I don't need two-hour sermons that tell me how bad I am. I won't go into my normal tirade re: the SB religious POV.