All my life a believer, about eight months ago I realized that I had lost all my faith. Today I still hesitate at calling me an atheist. But I cannot deny the truth: I'm no longer a Christian.
For whatever reason it may be, some brains are not made for belief. I really say this sincerely and without conceit. Other young people in my church (which I still attend) never have doubts. If a sudden flash of doubt ever disturbs their peaceful, perfectly coherent vision of the world, they won't insist on it, they will not bother to formulate it and play with it and see how much critic it can resist. In hours they'll have forgotten it. As Nietzsche wrote, the only condition for them to be able to talk and think is precisely that no word is taken literally. They look at the world and they only see symbols, little hints. They hate reality.
All my life till I was 21 -especially from my early teens on-, even though I deeply believed in God and couldn't even imagine myself not doing so, I couldn't refrain myself from raising objections to every single statement made by my pastor or anyone praying. I simply couldn't help it. "Thanks Lord for this new job", "Thank you God for healing me of my cancer", "God, touch his heart and bring him to you", "God, pour you blessings upon us", "God is love". To every single sentence, ten questions, which to me meant a big deal and for others, to my astonishment, absolutely nothing. The two or three times I dared utter some of them, they were able to dismiss them with the most idiotic non-answers or with the most famous and abused wild card in Christianity: we're not prepared to understand it.
Now, nothing in Christianity makes any more sense to me. Everything in it sounds ridiculous. A God who only intervenes in unfalsifiable ways -so many doctors have witnessed miraculous healings and still haven't invaded the churches-, who gives us freedom -to follow him or rot in hell-, who is not sincere -he takes so many pains in hiding: punishing someone for not guessing the right invisible entity is just too much-, who may not even have given us this supposed freedom -according to the doctrine of predestination: salvation is an inner insight, some esoteric knowledge provided by God out of his own initiative; guilt loses its meaning-, a God who is -infinite, brutal, gruesome- love -just take care to be on his side, if you were predestined to know that he is real.
Non-sense.
And despite all I'm still an open mind. If there is this Christian God, I want to be on his side and I'll happily submit myself to him. Who would be so crazy not to do it? That's why it's wrong to say that I've rejected God. I currently think there is no God to reject...
For whatever reason it may be, some brains are not made for belief. I really say this sincerely and without conceit. Other young people in my church (which I still attend) never have doubts. If a sudden flash of doubt ever disturbs their peaceful, perfectly coherent vision of the world, they won't insist on it, they will not bother to formulate it and play with it and see how much critic it can resist. In hours they'll have forgotten it. As Nietzsche wrote, the only condition for them to be able to talk and think is precisely that no word is taken literally. They look at the world and they only see symbols, little hints. They hate reality.
All my life till I was 21 -especially from my early teens on-, even though I deeply believed in God and couldn't even imagine myself not doing so, I couldn't refrain myself from raising objections to every single statement made by my pastor or anyone praying. I simply couldn't help it. "Thanks Lord for this new job", "Thank you God for healing me of my cancer", "God, touch his heart and bring him to you", "God, pour you blessings upon us", "God is love". To every single sentence, ten questions, which to me meant a big deal and for others, to my astonishment, absolutely nothing. The two or three times I dared utter some of them, they were able to dismiss them with the most idiotic non-answers or with the most famous and abused wild card in Christianity: we're not prepared to understand it.
Now, nothing in Christianity makes any more sense to me. Everything in it sounds ridiculous. A God who only intervenes in unfalsifiable ways -so many doctors have witnessed miraculous healings and still haven't invaded the churches-, who gives us freedom -to follow him or rot in hell-, who is not sincere -he takes so many pains in hiding: punishing someone for not guessing the right invisible entity is just too much-, who may not even have given us this supposed freedom -according to the doctrine of predestination: salvation is an inner insight, some esoteric knowledge provided by God out of his own initiative; guilt loses its meaning-, a God who is -infinite, brutal, gruesome- love -just take care to be on his side, if you were predestined to know that he is real.
Non-sense.
And despite all I'm still an open mind. If there is this Christian God, I want to be on his side and I'll happily submit myself to him. Who would be so crazy not to do it? That's why it's wrong to say that I've rejected God. I currently think there is no God to reject...
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