I want to be a believer. But I just can't. I try. People say you just have to accept Christ and mean it (there's usually a specific prayer that goes with it but I don't have it committed to memory). I've tried to accept Christ. I've said the words. I've gone to churches. I spent a handful of years in Catholic school as a kid/teen. I've read various things arguing in favor of Christianity. I've tried to change my own mind. But I don't feel it. I don't believe it. The best I can do is think "I guess it's possible." I just feel like it's so unfair. It seems like everyone I know has "felt it" at least once and has that to lean on when they have doubts. But I never have. I feel completely alone. As my life gets worse and worse I wish I could believe that there was a point to it, or a greater meaning behind it, like I used to. And the kicker is that if hell is real, I'm going there despite my best efforts, because trying isn't enough! I get that life isn't fair. But it still bums me out. I am beginning to think that it goes along the lines of the notion of "God's chosen people." I don't have faith within myself and God doesn't seem to see fit to spot me a little. Fair enough. I guess I just feel like that if this God that supposedly exists really loves us all and wants us all to be saved, he'd give a little help when it's clear we can't do it on our own. I think maybe God just doesn't want me as one of "his children" in this way. I read the Bible and it's just a book. I hear other peoples' testimonies and think "that's great for them." I hear stories of what awaits sinners and nonbelievers and can only feel resignation. Jesus doesn't want me for a sunbeam.