There are many other reasons why I gave up on God...so many. Almost as if God made a case against himself. But the process was irrevocably started with a couple of conversations with a Christian friend.
In one conversation, we were talking about doubts that we had to set aside. And he mentioned the genocides. And it lodged in my brain, and it never went away. It was like poison, and it wasn't as if it was poison that I created or implemented. It was God's own action, or inaction, that poisoned the faith that He was good or trustworthy.
The other thing was a conversation about trust. We talked about the idea that Trust is not given, it is earned. But then, this same friend described a more sophisticated reality beyond the cliche. We extend our trust to someone, and hope that the trust we have invested will be affirmed. And if that trust is not affirmed, then we have to withdraw that trust, in order to protect ourselves.
There always seemed to be something about God that made me hesitant about him. I had difficulty ridding myself of the feeling that I didn't the concept that He is always present, watching and judging us. So as a Christian, when I would make choices that were right, ethical and moral, and were what God wanted, I always had to find against mistrust, and rely on the notion that everything would work out according to God's plan. I watch another Christian friend struggle with the trust issue, but fight through it to continue to place trust in God, despite mounting evidence that her faith in God was being repayed with misery in life.
She lost her faith, and she gave up on God, became agnostic; always hunting for the truth, but with severe doubts that emerged from being burned and hurt beyond her capacity to tolerate. And her friends and loved ones did not show compassion, and challenged that she had been tested beyond her ability to continue to trust.
Eventually, I also experience a some very serious, grave calamities in my life, and a large chunk of it emerged from doing what was right by God; doing the right thing. My Christian friend with whom I had had those conversations about Trust and those incidents that cause doubt about faith pleaded with me to extend my trust and open my heart to God. But even though I recapped for him his own explanation that we withdraw trust when it's not been proven to be deserved, he was disconnected from how his explained concept of trust impacted on why I could no longer accord God any trust.
In a sense, he doesn't understand the role he played in my loss of faith and trust. But I can hardly lay that on him, he has enough burdens in his life. From where I stand, I'm appalled at the way his own life is constantly in a state of decay, in a way that he can't help (because of brain/mental disabilities) and he continues to place his trust in God, which God does not affirm. He's tried to be an example of a good Christian, but he doesn't try to take initiative for himself, has difficulty finding work and paying off his debts. Yet, I have swallowed my pride and got work which I initially never wanted to return to. He keeps setting his sights unrealistically higher, and never breaks through the smaller hurdles; while I have settled and dealt with having to accept lesser jobs, and slowly but surely my own debt is actually getting paid off.
As appalled as I am at how God has left him to rot in constantly diminishing circumstances, naively trusting in Him to his cost; I have not called into question the reasonableness of continuing to trust God. I can't deny that I feel a certain amount of anger and resentment at him for the role he played in eroding my faith, I would not question his faith to his face (like Job's friends in that awful book), I would not try to persuade him to give up his faith. I feel compassion for him, and hatred toward God, which is what I felt toward God before and after Christianity, before I tried to extend trust to Him in the hopes that my trust would be affirmed. I can't help those feelings of hatred, contempt, aversion; everything I see about God is contrary to the concept of God as loving, wise, a good example, ect.
In one conversation, we were talking about doubts that we had to set aside. And he mentioned the genocides. And it lodged in my brain, and it never went away. It was like poison, and it wasn't as if it was poison that I created or implemented. It was God's own action, or inaction, that poisoned the faith that He was good or trustworthy.
The other thing was a conversation about trust. We talked about the idea that Trust is not given, it is earned. But then, this same friend described a more sophisticated reality beyond the cliche. We extend our trust to someone, and hope that the trust we have invested will be affirmed. And if that trust is not affirmed, then we have to withdraw that trust, in order to protect ourselves.
There always seemed to be something about God that made me hesitant about him. I had difficulty ridding myself of the feeling that I didn't the concept that He is always present, watching and judging us. So as a Christian, when I would make choices that were right, ethical and moral, and were what God wanted, I always had to find against mistrust, and rely on the notion that everything would work out according to God's plan. I watch another Christian friend struggle with the trust issue, but fight through it to continue to place trust in God, despite mounting evidence that her faith in God was being repayed with misery in life.
She lost her faith, and she gave up on God, became agnostic; always hunting for the truth, but with severe doubts that emerged from being burned and hurt beyond her capacity to tolerate. And her friends and loved ones did not show compassion, and challenged that she had been tested beyond her ability to continue to trust.
Eventually, I also experience a some very serious, grave calamities in my life, and a large chunk of it emerged from doing what was right by God; doing the right thing. My Christian friend with whom I had had those conversations about Trust and those incidents that cause doubt about faith pleaded with me to extend my trust and open my heart to God. But even though I recapped for him his own explanation that we withdraw trust when it's not been proven to be deserved, he was disconnected from how his explained concept of trust impacted on why I could no longer accord God any trust.
In a sense, he doesn't understand the role he played in my loss of faith and trust. But I can hardly lay that on him, he has enough burdens in his life. From where I stand, I'm appalled at the way his own life is constantly in a state of decay, in a way that he can't help (because of brain/mental disabilities) and he continues to place his trust in God, which God does not affirm. He's tried to be an example of a good Christian, but he doesn't try to take initiative for himself, has difficulty finding work and paying off his debts. Yet, I have swallowed my pride and got work which I initially never wanted to return to. He keeps setting his sights unrealistically higher, and never breaks through the smaller hurdles; while I have settled and dealt with having to accept lesser jobs, and slowly but surely my own debt is actually getting paid off.
As appalled as I am at how God has left him to rot in constantly diminishing circumstances, naively trusting in Him to his cost; I have not called into question the reasonableness of continuing to trust God. I can't deny that I feel a certain amount of anger and resentment at him for the role he played in eroding my faith, I would not question his faith to his face (like Job's friends in that awful book), I would not try to persuade him to give up his faith. I feel compassion for him, and hatred toward God, which is what I felt toward God before and after Christianity, before I tried to extend trust to Him in the hopes that my trust would be affirmed. I can't help those feelings of hatred, contempt, aversion; everything I see about God is contrary to the concept of God as loving, wise, a good example, ect.