I have realized I've never truly explained why I'm an atheist to theists, in an attempt to get opinions. Maybe its because I'm confident in my choice, actually, it is probably that.
But I want to be more open minded, and the first step I can really take is a tough one, religious beliefs. Can I face religious beliefs with an open mind, maybe even change them based on an argument? I thought whats the harm, I know I won't become a fundamentalist, and finding a better religious viewpoint (if there is one) may happen.
So here's my story, as a child, I remember church. My father I believe was unsure about religion his entire life, he remains an agnostic to this day, and I never remembered him believing in god. My mother however, has always been religious. She attempted to teach me about god, and brought me and my sister to church every sunday in our early life. I don't remember much, other than there were donuts half the time, my mom made me sing hymns when I was a little older, and I was usually in sunday school. We actually went to the pastor's home once for some party, and I remember playing with his sons.
So one day, we move. And church stops. My mom never found a new one she liked, and we stopped going. She remained religious however, and constantly read bible verses, and spoke in the name of Jesus. She always talked about prayer and heaven. I honestly remember the aching pull of indoctrination. The feeling that I had to believe this to make my mom happy.
But honestly, I don't think I ever believed. I remember I believed in things based on proof. I was always skeptical about Santa and the Easter Bunny. And I wasn't shocked when I was told they weren't real (While my sister believed until around 11.). My mom tried proving the easter bunny was real with tracks around the house, and it just made me wonder about the tracks, like why they were in powdered sugar. God honestly never interested me. I was a little kid, and while I had an odd affinity with science (My parents showed me children's encyclopedias at a young age, I always looked at the biological sections, and the space sections, and when I could read I read as much as I could on them), and an obsession with trains, I was pretty normal. The lack of church solidified my scientific mindset. Since no one was confusing me with the idea of faith, I was free to learn all I could on a diverse number of subjects.
I tried the born again mindset once. I had started reading the left behind series at around 14. I was interested in the idea of the end of the world. I loved dystopian books, and this one seemed interesting, and informative about someone's actual beliefs. I put it down midseries because the interesting plot was watered down by the converting and crying and praying. It was the same crap, different page. But I still had it ingrained in my mind that if this was real, all it took was admitting it was real and believing it.
So I was lonely, and I wanted friends because I was the kid no one ever talked to in school. I thought if god was real, he would understand I was crying myself to sleep every night. He would understand that my faith was genuine at the moment, and I deserved a sign. Needless to say, I recieved no sign, I felt no different afterwards, I felt stupid honestly. I told myself I had to try having faith, and it didn't work, I felt silly.
I denounced my faith rather quickly. And then, I began to research, because my attempt at faith intrigued me. I found some disturbing things. Such as the fact the bible was written centuries after Jesus' death. The fact following a star would lead you in a circle. The fact genesis could not be literal as well as science. The fact Bethlehem didn't exist in first century AD, it was a tomb. The fact most of the bizarre rituals could be traced to early paganism, and Jesus himself was based on several pagan gods down to the last detail. So many other historical problems caused me to say it was impossible.
Then there were logical problems. The fact that god killed millions in the Bible, much of it senseless when with his omnipotence easily have found a way around killing. The fact he placed two creatures without right and wrong to try and understand right and wrong, and then blame them when they couldn't. Punishing the descendants of criminals because of their bloodline. Owning and beating slaves, inferior women, stoning homosexuals. Out of the 10 rules you cannot break, rape and pedophilia don't make the list. Just so many things that logic just doesn't work with. Eternal torture for a lack of faith. Honestly, what type of god gives INFINITE torture? We're humans, we make mistakes, we can be driven insane, we can learn to regret and acknowledge actions as wrong, and be detered from repeating them. Why just torture to torture?
This is when I denounced belief in any religion. Rituals don't do anything, neither does faith in the supernatural, or worship. I am a great person without god, and I am curious as to why god would make me better? What is it that god would do for me? Do I really need to believe in someone?
I'm looking forward to any responses and hope that I can get a broad perspective on religion
But I want to be more open minded, and the first step I can really take is a tough one, religious beliefs. Can I face religious beliefs with an open mind, maybe even change them based on an argument? I thought whats the harm, I know I won't become a fundamentalist, and finding a better religious viewpoint (if there is one) may happen.
So here's my story, as a child, I remember church. My father I believe was unsure about religion his entire life, he remains an agnostic to this day, and I never remembered him believing in god. My mother however, has always been religious. She attempted to teach me about god, and brought me and my sister to church every sunday in our early life. I don't remember much, other than there were donuts half the time, my mom made me sing hymns when I was a little older, and I was usually in sunday school. We actually went to the pastor's home once for some party, and I remember playing with his sons.
So one day, we move. And church stops. My mom never found a new one she liked, and we stopped going. She remained religious however, and constantly read bible verses, and spoke in the name of Jesus. She always talked about prayer and heaven. I honestly remember the aching pull of indoctrination. The feeling that I had to believe this to make my mom happy.
But honestly, I don't think I ever believed. I remember I believed in things based on proof. I was always skeptical about Santa and the Easter Bunny. And I wasn't shocked when I was told they weren't real (While my sister believed until around 11.). My mom tried proving the easter bunny was real with tracks around the house, and it just made me wonder about the tracks, like why they were in powdered sugar. God honestly never interested me. I was a little kid, and while I had an odd affinity with science (My parents showed me children's encyclopedias at a young age, I always looked at the biological sections, and the space sections, and when I could read I read as much as I could on them), and an obsession with trains, I was pretty normal. The lack of church solidified my scientific mindset. Since no one was confusing me with the idea of faith, I was free to learn all I could on a diverse number of subjects.
I tried the born again mindset once. I had started reading the left behind series at around 14. I was interested in the idea of the end of the world. I loved dystopian books, and this one seemed interesting, and informative about someone's actual beliefs. I put it down midseries because the interesting plot was watered down by the converting and crying and praying. It was the same crap, different page. But I still had it ingrained in my mind that if this was real, all it took was admitting it was real and believing it.
So I was lonely, and I wanted friends because I was the kid no one ever talked to in school. I thought if god was real, he would understand I was crying myself to sleep every night. He would understand that my faith was genuine at the moment, and I deserved a sign. Needless to say, I recieved no sign, I felt no different afterwards, I felt stupid honestly. I told myself I had to try having faith, and it didn't work, I felt silly.
I denounced my faith rather quickly. And then, I began to research, because my attempt at faith intrigued me. I found some disturbing things. Such as the fact the bible was written centuries after Jesus' death. The fact following a star would lead you in a circle. The fact genesis could not be literal as well as science. The fact Bethlehem didn't exist in first century AD, it was a tomb. The fact most of the bizarre rituals could be traced to early paganism, and Jesus himself was based on several pagan gods down to the last detail. So many other historical problems caused me to say it was impossible.
Then there were logical problems. The fact that god killed millions in the Bible, much of it senseless when with his omnipotence easily have found a way around killing. The fact he placed two creatures without right and wrong to try and understand right and wrong, and then blame them when they couldn't. Punishing the descendants of criminals because of their bloodline. Owning and beating slaves, inferior women, stoning homosexuals. Out of the 10 rules you cannot break, rape and pedophilia don't make the list. Just so many things that logic just doesn't work with. Eternal torture for a lack of faith. Honestly, what type of god gives INFINITE torture? We're humans, we make mistakes, we can be driven insane, we can learn to regret and acknowledge actions as wrong, and be detered from repeating them. Why just torture to torture?
This is when I denounced belief in any religion. Rituals don't do anything, neither does faith in the supernatural, or worship. I am a great person without god, and I am curious as to why god would make me better? What is it that god would do for me? Do I really need to believe in someone?
I'm looking forward to any responses and hope that I can get a broad perspective on religion