It started in grade 4.
I was a wee one then, and very ignorant to the world around me. I hated Church at the time, not because of any religous issue, but because it was crimping my Nintendo time.
But one night I was very sick. I remember it clearly, staring out my window at the full moon, and I asked God a prayer: I asked him if he wouldn't let me throw up. For you see ( and still, to this day ) I'm VERY paranoid about vomiting. I HATE it.
But, minutes after the prayer....my nausea vanished... and replaced with a warm feeling of comfort.
I knew that God has touched me. And I wanted to touch him back.
So every since that day, until grade 7, I would goto Chruch faithfully every Sunday. My grandmother gave me what was called, " The Picture Bible " which was a nice little comic-book version of the Bible. I read it, in hopes of understanding God. After reading it, I felt some-what closer to him, so I decided to read it again, and again. ( I would read it 14 times in total )
I never really questioned faith then: I had no reason too. I had built a perfect sphere, a life revolved around my loving Jesus, and me.
But all of that came to a violent halt, one Friday, in grade 7.
I was invited to a church get together, called " Friday Fire " which was a worship service/pizza party afterwrads combined. I went there, thinking nothing much of it, just another function with God in it.
Everyone was really nice, and very concerned about my life, which made me feel really good. Then the service began, and the preacher came on and started his thing.
But then he said these exact words:
" All the other Chrisitian are sinners. They think they're with God, but they're really with Satan. We are the only church that is faithfully obeying our Lord Jesus... "
He continued on with usual domga-hooba, but the damage was done. I was furious! The arrogant gaul of this man! How dare he claim that his " church " was superior to everyone elses!
Well, I looked around me, to see if anyone else was drinking in this Neo-Nazistic crap, and they were all drinking it up! I couldn't believe it!
" What makes him think he was right " was the first question thrown in the name of Freethought, for me. First I had it only relate to his chruch, then I asked the question regaurding every church, and then every religon.
But I didn't let go easy. for 5 more years I would struggled, revise, and try to put together a crumbbling sphere. Cracks were begining to come through in the form of questions.
Why did God condemn Adam and Eve? How did God know about the serpent? Why did Jesus have to die for us- Why couldn't God just snap his fingers and say, " Your forgiven ". Why did have to condemn other people- wouldn't it be more merciful to just send them into quiet oblivion rather than eternal hellfire?
These were but the first of questions. I would ask my pastor, my parents, my youth leader- everyone I thought might know. I went to a the Luthern Theological Southern Seminary in Columbus, S.C, and asked the theogians there my questions.
The answers I got were one of two things:
1) Questions that were inconsistent, and only dissolved into more questions.
2) " Just have faith. ". These were what the theogians at the Seminary told me, along with everyone else there. I began to hate the phrase, because it didn't do PROVE anything.
My doubts and questions would continue to rise and fall as the years went by. I attended less and less, and just stopped goign after a while.
I experiment with other religions, other ideas ( As my apologetics for faith were beginning to strech. )
New Age, Wicca, Satanism, Monism ( The idea that all paths lead to one. ) I tried reconstructing my faith, trying to put in supports for what I felt was a tattered, and crumbling belief
Then, one day... I happened upon an essay written online, in one of my searches on religous tolerance called, " Dear Theologian " by Dan Barker, for his book, " Losing Faith in Faith: From Preacher to Athiest "
I remember reading it, then laughing out loud for minutes after I was finished. Why? Because it was so logically profound.
Mr.Barker hit so many points on so many notes. Looking around, I read the other essays written by him, and the other members of the Freedom from Religion Foundation. After years of doubts, fears, pain, and sweat... I finally found released.
Around October 2001, I told myself that I was an atheist. And you know what? it was liberating. I wasn't afraid of disappointing God, I wasn't afraid of hell, of being wrong, of hate, of everything else. I was free.
Ever since then, I've grown and grown in my athiesm. I discovered Humanism along the way, and realized that my personnal beliefs parraleled many Humanistic ideas. So, I called my a Humanist form that point.
My parents think I'm going through some kind of "phase" and don't ever talk about it. My grandmother, was instrumental in my rebrith in Jesus, was espically hurt...but I'm sure she'll understand.
My older brother, thankfully, is a Satanist, and doesn't care. he and I have had many bible bashing sessions
My girlriend was hit hardest by it, though. Her and I have been together for about a year now ( and still are, I'm happy to report!
She was a skeptic for a while, but then was born again. her and I had some heated discussions, but ended them in realizing that our beliefs were diffrent, but we weren't. Her and I supported each other through our dark days of suicidal depression ( which is another story all together ) and she was tolerant to realize that jsut because I had diffrent beliefs than her, didn't mean I loved her any less. She brings up the question now and then pretaining to faith, but it mostly goes under the rug. I aksed her some of the questions that plagued me for many years, and she immediatly backed off. I don't think she can take it, right now. ( If I may say though, she's becoming more and more ' athiesistic " if I may coin such a word, the longer she's around me. There might be hope for her yet
And, thats how it is now.
Hope that was an interesting read, and I'm looking forward to all the comments your going make, Jan
I was a wee one then, and very ignorant to the world around me. I hated Church at the time, not because of any religous issue, but because it was crimping my Nintendo time.
But one night I was very sick. I remember it clearly, staring out my window at the full moon, and I asked God a prayer: I asked him if he wouldn't let me throw up. For you see ( and still, to this day ) I'm VERY paranoid about vomiting. I HATE it.
But, minutes after the prayer....my nausea vanished... and replaced with a warm feeling of comfort.
I knew that God has touched me. And I wanted to touch him back.
So every since that day, until grade 7, I would goto Chruch faithfully every Sunday. My grandmother gave me what was called, " The Picture Bible " which was a nice little comic-book version of the Bible. I read it, in hopes of understanding God. After reading it, I felt some-what closer to him, so I decided to read it again, and again. ( I would read it 14 times in total )
I never really questioned faith then: I had no reason too. I had built a perfect sphere, a life revolved around my loving Jesus, and me.
But all of that came to a violent halt, one Friday, in grade 7.
I was invited to a church get together, called " Friday Fire " which was a worship service/pizza party afterwrads combined. I went there, thinking nothing much of it, just another function with God in it.
Everyone was really nice, and very concerned about my life, which made me feel really good. Then the service began, and the preacher came on and started his thing.
But then he said these exact words:
" All the other Chrisitian are sinners. They think they're with God, but they're really with Satan. We are the only church that is faithfully obeying our Lord Jesus... "
He continued on with usual domga-hooba, but the damage was done. I was furious! The arrogant gaul of this man! How dare he claim that his " church " was superior to everyone elses!
Well, I looked around me, to see if anyone else was drinking in this Neo-Nazistic crap, and they were all drinking it up! I couldn't believe it!
" What makes him think he was right " was the first question thrown in the name of Freethought, for me. First I had it only relate to his chruch, then I asked the question regaurding every church, and then every religon.
But I didn't let go easy. for 5 more years I would struggled, revise, and try to put together a crumbbling sphere. Cracks were begining to come through in the form of questions.
Why did God condemn Adam and Eve? How did God know about the serpent? Why did Jesus have to die for us- Why couldn't God just snap his fingers and say, " Your forgiven ". Why did have to condemn other people- wouldn't it be more merciful to just send them into quiet oblivion rather than eternal hellfire?
These were but the first of questions. I would ask my pastor, my parents, my youth leader- everyone I thought might know. I went to a the Luthern Theological Southern Seminary in Columbus, S.C, and asked the theogians there my questions.
The answers I got were one of two things:
1) Questions that were inconsistent, and only dissolved into more questions.
2) " Just have faith. ". These were what the theogians at the Seminary told me, along with everyone else there. I began to hate the phrase, because it didn't do PROVE anything.
My doubts and questions would continue to rise and fall as the years went by. I attended less and less, and just stopped goign after a while.
I experiment with other religions, other ideas ( As my apologetics for faith were beginning to strech. )
New Age, Wicca, Satanism, Monism ( The idea that all paths lead to one. ) I tried reconstructing my faith, trying to put in supports for what I felt was a tattered, and crumbling belief
Then, one day... I happened upon an essay written online, in one of my searches on religous tolerance called, " Dear Theologian " by Dan Barker, for his book, " Losing Faith in Faith: From Preacher to Athiest "
I remember reading it, then laughing out loud for minutes after I was finished. Why? Because it was so logically profound.
Mr.Barker hit so many points on so many notes. Looking around, I read the other essays written by him, and the other members of the Freedom from Religion Foundation. After years of doubts, fears, pain, and sweat... I finally found released.
Around October 2001, I told myself that I was an atheist. And you know what? it was liberating. I wasn't afraid of disappointing God, I wasn't afraid of hell, of being wrong, of hate, of everything else. I was free.
Ever since then, I've grown and grown in my athiesm. I discovered Humanism along the way, and realized that my personnal beliefs parraleled many Humanistic ideas. So, I called my a Humanist form that point.
My parents think I'm going through some kind of "phase" and don't ever talk about it. My grandmother, was instrumental in my rebrith in Jesus, was espically hurt...but I'm sure she'll understand.
My older brother, thankfully, is a Satanist, and doesn't care. he and I have had many bible bashing sessions
My girlriend was hit hardest by it, though. Her and I have been together for about a year now ( and still are, I'm happy to report!
She was a skeptic for a while, but then was born again. her and I had some heated discussions, but ended them in realizing that our beliefs were diffrent, but we weren't. Her and I supported each other through our dark days of suicidal depression ( which is another story all together ) and she was tolerant to realize that jsut because I had diffrent beliefs than her, didn't mean I loved her any less. She brings up the question now and then pretaining to faith, but it mostly goes under the rug. I aksed her some of the questions that plagued me for many years, and she immediatly backed off. I don't think she can take it, right now. ( If I may say though, she's becoming more and more ' athiesistic " if I may coin such a word, the longer she's around me. There might be hope for her yet
And, thats how it is now.
Hope that was an interesting read, and I'm looking forward to all the comments your going make, Jan