Since we have some relatively new members here, I will explain why I am an atheist. This will be a long one.
I was raised in the Southern Baptist Church and went to a fundamental Baptist high school. My parents were religious, but they had long since stopped attending church due to the hypocrisy they had experienced. We had Wednesday chapel every week in high school, and a guest preacher would come in and tell us how we were going to Hell if we listened to rock music or, god forbid, went to a dance. There would always be an invocation at the end, complete with sad music and the preacher begging us to "repent" and come forward. I was always one of two people who found this manipulative and never went forward.
Meanwhile, it was always the pastor's son who was in the principle's office for drugs and the principle himself later turned out to be gay, something the church considered a major sin.
I was still a zealot when it came to religion and joined the Church of Christ because my best friend's father was an elder there. I had to be baptized a second time as a teenager because I was told the first time didn't count since I was 9 and didn't realize what it stood for. I started to ask questions about how infirm people could actually be baptized in water to be saved or how other continents in the world who would never hear our gospel were going to Hell. There were never any answers. My good friend took me to my first bar and then ratted me out to his father the elder, so they asked me to leave the church. More hypocrisy. I was done.
It was always difficult for me to turn away from what had been ingrained in me but as time progressed I developed more critical thinking and realized I had never received those answers because religion is self-serving. Even saying that I am an atheist to this day goes against everything I was taught, but I've seen too much to be a "believer".
I don't begrudge anyone their religion. My mother was a Baptist until her dying day, and watched that crook Joel Osteen regularly. Had it not been for her faith I'm sure her final days would have been more difficult. Me, I believe the decisions I've made in life are the reason I am where I am... not someone else's Grand Plan for my life... and I will take that to my grave.
I was raised in the Southern Baptist Church and went to a fundamental Baptist high school. My parents were religious, but they had long since stopped attending church due to the hypocrisy they had experienced. We had Wednesday chapel every week in high school, and a guest preacher would come in and tell us how we were going to Hell if we listened to rock music or, god forbid, went to a dance. There would always be an invocation at the end, complete with sad music and the preacher begging us to "repent" and come forward. I was always one of two people who found this manipulative and never went forward.
Meanwhile, it was always the pastor's son who was in the principle's office for drugs and the principle himself later turned out to be gay, something the church considered a major sin.
I was still a zealot when it came to religion and joined the Church of Christ because my best friend's father was an elder there. I had to be baptized a second time as a teenager because I was told the first time didn't count since I was 9 and didn't realize what it stood for. I started to ask questions about how infirm people could actually be baptized in water to be saved or how other continents in the world who would never hear our gospel were going to Hell. There were never any answers. My good friend took me to my first bar and then ratted me out to his father the elder, so they asked me to leave the church. More hypocrisy. I was done.
It was always difficult for me to turn away from what had been ingrained in me but as time progressed I developed more critical thinking and realized I had never received those answers because religion is self-serving. Even saying that I am an atheist to this day goes against everything I was taught, but I've seen too much to be a "believer".
I don't begrudge anyone their religion. My mother was a Baptist until her dying day, and watched that crook Joel Osteen regularly. Had it not been for her faith I'm sure her final days would have been more difficult. Me, I believe the decisions I've made in life are the reason I am where I am... not someone else's Grand Plan for my life... and I will take that to my grave.