Christian doctrine that turns good people into evil

During the Bosnia war, hundred of thousands of Muslim was being killed
by Serb christian. Many of the victim was small kids and women. Look
at people surrounding you that is christian. They are elegant and
selfish. They do anything that is evil just for money. Yet they think
they are good people. Why?

If you read the comment in my blog, one of my christian reader even
believe that there is NO DIFFERENCE between Adolf Hitler and the
nicest person on earth. So for most christian, there is no point being
good because they go to heaven one way or another.... as long as you
believe in Christ. You can do any evil thing you want. God will
forgive you. One pastor even told me heaven is full of bad people and
hell is full of good people. How twisted their mind is.... !

If you want to be a good person, stay away from Christianity.....

Why a "Christian" doesn't mean "a good person"

Thru our life we having a delusion that a person who is a Christian is a nicer person. What a great delusion that is. After I have been living in this Earth for 40 years. I found out the truth that Christianity change good people to bad.

Why ? Churches used the Bible to turn an intelligence person mind to non function able mind.  You must know that Christianity was created by The Roman Empire 2000 years ago to control their citizen. That is why there is the verse like " pay tax to your government" in the New Testament. It was all written by men sponsored by the ruler that time to exercise mind control for their citizens. Christianity was chosen among many other religion by the emperor because it is more 'political friendly'.

A Christian whose brain was control by their Churches has very very low morality sense. Everything refer to the Bible. That is why most people who commit crime are Christian. Their brain has failed to rationalize what they doing is right or wrong.

The only way to become a 'good person' is to always use your brain to rationalize thing. Stop using a fantasy novel that was written 2000 years ago.

Get out of unhappy life

Are you caught up in an unhealthy, compulsive and destructive Christian lifestyle?

Do you feel that your Jesus fetish is screwing up your brain and isolating you from the rest of modern society?

Do crucifixes, Bibles and songs like "Onward Christian Soldiers" turn you on?

The truth is, you don't have to be a Christian. You can recover. There is hope. Many men and woman have reclaimed their brains and walked away from the Christian lifestyle. It's not about hate, it's about hope.

The TRUTH about Christianity:
The truth is, Christianity is a fusion of an ancient Jewish set of legends and myths, such as all ancient societies had, mixed up with a bizarre little personality cult that emerged in the first century. It has no relevance to modern society, and time and time again the progress of reason and science has shown it to be inaccurate.

Symptoms of Christianity:
1)Jesus fetish. Those afflicted with Christianity develop an obsessive fixation on a man known as Jesus Christ, an ancient cult leader who they say 'loves' them and whose corpse, after he was executed, they believe climbed out of his tomb and ate some food and then went on a space trip into heaven. This man apparently 'saved' them from their 'sins' when he came back from the dead.

2)Intellectual suicide. Sufferers completely close down their brain and ignore science, logic and reason. Christians, having abandoned their brains, rely on a book, the "Bible", for answers to everything - including how to handle their sex lives.

3)Anti-social behavior. Christians often retreat from, or condemn the rest of society which they believe is full of "sinners".

4)Paranoia and psychotic delusions. Christians believe that a fearsome monster, which they call 'Satan', is at large in the world 'tempting' them and trying to drag people off and burn them in his den, know as 'hell'. This monster, 'Satan', is alleged to be red with horns and often carries a pitch fork.

5)Anti-family attitudes. Christianity is very anti-family. Anyone who believes in family values should be appalled at this cult. For instance, the mythical leader of Christianity, Jesus Christ, says the following in the Bible: "If any man come unto me, and hate not his father, and his mother, and wife, and children, and brethren, and sisters, yea, and his own life also, he cannot be my disciple." - Luke 14:26 "For I am come to set a man at variance against his father, and the daughter against her mother, and the daughter in law against her mother in law. And a man's foes shall be they of his own household." - Matthew 10:35-6 It is clear that the radical Christian agenda is to destroy the sacred institution of the family and therefore it must not be tolerated.

6)Violence. Christians have been responsible for some of the most horrific acts of violence, murders and genocide in history. The Crusades, where thousands of Muslims were slaughtered, the genocide of South Americans conducted by the Spanish Conquistadors, the murder of MILLIONS of men and women accused of being 'heretics' and 'witches' in the 16th and 17th century are only a few examples of countless acts of cold blooded sadism conducted in the name of this cult. While the Christians have cut back on their murders in recent years, they still very successfully drive countless numbers of gay youth to suicide.

7)Sexual hang-ups. Christians often suffer from very severe sexual hang-ups, where perfectly natural and enjoyable human feelings are interpreted as 'evil' and therefore dangerously repressed. This can lead to very unhealthy inner turmoil and psychological trauma.

8)Hatred and bigotry. Although not surfacing in all cases, symptoms of pathological hatred and bigotry often surface in Christians. It is no coincidence that hate groups such as the Ku Klux Klan are fanatical Christians. Although not all Christians are like this, the point is that many are, so therefore the potential for such dangerous and insidious mentalities is inherent in the cult. It is interesting to note that a religion such as Buddhism, which for it's widespread influence is the Eastern equivalent of Christianity, although being extremely widespread and diversified has never harbored any hate groups.

Walk out of the Christian lifestyle today! Remember, no one has to be a Christian. You were not 'born that way'. There is hope. You can leave your destructive lifestyle.

Where is hell ?

By Mriana ~

The idea of hell, heaven, and eternity are very much a human concept and I going to attempt to show just how they are. A word of warning for people now, concerning what I am about to “show” you: this article maybe difficult to stomach and not meant to be family oriented. However, if you read on, you will see “My Little Box”* that I live in when I have nightmares and waking flashbacks of a “torturous hell.”It is quite a different definition of the Christian hell and is in this life, right here on earth.

Towards the end of 2010, I came out to my mother as a humanist and explained to her why am I not a Christian. The main reason I am not a Christian is that I have studied Christianity, other religions, mythology, philosophy, and psychology. The study of religion and psychology were the big two that helped to deconvert me. My experiences as a Christian, especially as a child, are only minor reasons, but these experiences helped me to define my thoughts concerning heaven, hell, and eternity.

I did not have a choice concerning Christianity as a child. It was either profess to being a Christian or my elders would get very anger. Just expressing my thoughts, as a child, about various Christian concepts was enough to get them upset with me. Not to mention, I was the type of child who would easily break down in tears if I even thought an adult was angry with me. Thus, I went along to get along as not to get into trouble. I was a big people-pleaser, along with suffering from sexual, physical, and emotional by my biological father and spiritual abuse from my Evangelical Fundamentalist relatives. All of this contributed to an eating disorder also and one of the reasons for the Anorexia was because I had little control in my life.

When I was in elementary school, my great uncle could not understand why I would not go up to his altar and “be saved.” I tried to tell him that he scared me, but he denied it and said it was the devil scaring me. I still would not go up to his altar and in an effort to get the adults to stop; I told them I turned my life over to Jesus in private. They seemed to have bought it or at least had little reason to doubt it given that I would cry over things such as the Crucifixion and strived hard to be perfect.

I grew up in Wesleyan theology, so the doctrine of perfectionism was very important, but they had no idea why I did the things I did and even my mother called me “The Best Little Girl in the World,” especially after she saw the movie. Teachers called me “too good” according to my mother. Again, theological reasons were not the number one reason as to why I obeyed my elders. I feared what they would do to me and their enabling of my father’s abuse did not help to change this.

Even when speaking to the therapist, in my 20s, my mother insisted she had no choice about staying with my biological father as long as she did and spewed religious dogmatic ideology. Their divorce was final when I was fourteen, after the State threaten my mother that they would take me from her if she did not leave my father. It was after that my grandfather stated that they had me away from my abuser and that was enough, adding, “God would take care of him.” When I tried to say I wanted to prosecute my father for what he did to me, my grandfather told me anger was a sin and I could see his anger with me in his eyes. Therefore, I back down, in favour of obedience, so he would not get angrier with me. Mind you, this was not obedience to a god though, but obedience out of fear of my elders.

Thirty years later, after telling my mother that I am not a Christian, the current therapist that I am working with has been helping me with my “inner child”. For more on this subject, please see Dr. Marlene Winell’s book, “Leaving the Fold.” After a suggestion she made, I started having nightmares about dolls, both hard and soft ones. In one very vivid nightmare, I dreamed that this hard doll was forcing himself on me, while someone watched, without helping me and with a smile. I could not fight the doll off me and woke up in a cold sweat. I spent days fighting sleep because I did not want the dreams and consequently I cried about almost everything, especially things, both secular and religious, that reminded me of my experiences. What was worse was that I suddenly had this memory, from when I was around five years old, in which I took Ken and raped Barbie, scaring my friend away, never to see her again. Even then, despite the memories before I was seven years old being rare, I could not keep quiet, but no one listened to my cries for help. Either they refused to listen, attempting to silence me, or they disappeared from my life when I tried to say something.

Those experiences were a living hell for me and I have spent a lifetime dealing with flashbacks and nightmares over it, sometimes with the simplest thing triggering them, such as dolls. Until recent years, even some foods, such as a cookie, would trigger flashbacks, because he tried to use such things to entice me to sit on his lap and have his way with me. I was probably a rare child in that I rejected cookies, especially when my father offered one to me. If he was offering me one and I rejected it, he forced me to sit on his lap or be wherever he wanted me to be, just so he could get his own satisfaction.

What is worse, my mother recently admitted she walked in on those times, seeing my father “attack” me, more often than I realized. Her excuse for not doing anything was that she would get hurt and then she would be of little help to me. She was of little help as was, relying on religious ideology and dogma to solve the problem, which did not work. She even stated that she only had two choices- living with her parents or staying with my father. That is what women did, in her view, and she did not want to live with her parents.

When I told her what all that happened to me as a child is my definition of hell, hell on earth, created by humans, she replied, “That’s not hell. Hell is eternal. What happened to you ended, so it’s not hell.” Obviously, she has no comprehension of my definition of eternity either. Such haunting dreams and memories of the past, not just the abuse from my father, but the spiritual abuse of my relatives too, IS eternity and I will admit, during those times, I sometimes think that death is the only way out of that hell. Except for one thing, since I cannot end life myself, I have to wait for death to come to me, but it does not come, not even in my sleep. I wake up, during those episodes, only to face the same haunting memories and dreams again. For me, that is eternal torture and it did not end just because the actual sexual and physical abuse ended.

When I try to explain it all to my mother and that I do not have dreams of hell as she defines it, her response is, “Well, maybe you should be having dreams about hell.” This woman wants her grandsons and me to be Christians so badly, even if it is just words, because she fears not seeing us in her definition of heaven. Again, just as many other Christians, she has no idea that her concepts are only human concepts.

With all of these recent disputes happening between my mother and me, the suggestion from Marlene, concerning using a doll for therapy purposes, seemed to have tipped the scales just enough to trigger nightmares again, of what I define as hell, which lead to crying fits and lack of sleep for a good solid month. Do not get me wrong, I am not blaming Marlene. She did not know what would happen with such a suggestion and I am not sure I did either. All I knew is that the idea was impossible for me, no matter how hard I tried.

In the middle of the night, unable to sleep due to waking in a cold sweat from one of these nightmares about dolls, I sent off a quick email telling her about a couple of these dreams and the waking flashbacks, as well as what I felt was the connection. There was no blame in my email, or at least if she perceived that there was, that was not my intent. I wanted her help, but I was not about to admit, at the time, that I longed for death to come and end the nightmares and flashbacks. Her response was something like, “If it triggers something, then don’t do it.”

I occasionally looked at Muñeca, a doll I received from my aunt before I was born, for weeks, just trying to take Marlene’s suggestion. My aunt got the doll for me during a trip to Mexico just before I was born, thus the name. Occasionally I would pick up Muñeca and fiddle with her dress, only to put her back down again due to painful uneasiness. Memories would flood my mind, including the fact that I eventually gave up actually playing with dolls before I was seven. They would sit beside me as I played school by myself, but I did not actually play with them. Even so, I cannot tell anyone why I have a difficult time with such things, because most of my memories before I was seven are almost non-existent, only coming to me in bits and pieces during times of extreme emotional difficulty.

Not only that, my mother told me stories, when I was little, of a doll that she had growing up, which she prayed to God to make real. After telling me that, many times as a child, she insisted I was that doll, which God caused to come to life. Therefore, in that concept, I was nothing more than an object which others control, except I knew I was a person and people should not be forced into things nor should they be controlled by others either. Unfortunately, I was forced into many things as a child, with not even control over my own body, and try as I might, I could not get any of the adults in my life to listen to me as a child. The only control I had was over my own thoughts, which even those I had to keep to myself, unless I wanted to get in trouble with the adults in my life. I also had control of what I did not eat, thus why I developed anorexia by the time I was eleven.

My mother insisted, in our recent conversations, that was the way it was back then and of course, religious dogma had a lot to do with it. Even my minister great uncle and my grandfather would spew religious dogma and verses at me about obeying my elders, stating I still had to obey my father no matter what. I could not fathom, as a child, why I had to obey a monster or even why a raven would pluck out my eyes and feed them to her young (Proverbs 30:17) or why the days of my life would be short (Deut. 5:16), if I did not. Again, with various verses about obeying one’s elders, I was forced into silence and submission.

My mother also recently admitted that she never once used the word incest when trying to speak to the patriarch about what was happening to us and even she did not think I knew what the word was when I was young. I told her, maybe not, but by the time I was twelve, I knew what a concubine was, because it is in the Bible, and I felt like one as a child. Her response was, “Then you should have used that word when talking to your great uncle and grandfather. That might have gotten their attention.” Somehow, I doubt that it would have.

That is my definition of hell and eternity in painful details. What is my definition of heaven? To me, it too is right here on earth, because this life is what people make it, even for the helpless child that they are suppose to take care of and protect. For me, when I meet another human being who is compassionate, attempts to understand, and tries to help when needed, then that is a taste of heaven here on earth. Such individuals are metaphorically angels, but I do not believe in actual angels as portrayed in the Bible. Thus, Marlene Winell and Valerie Tarico, for example, are angels because they are compassionate people, who try to help others when needed. Thus, I have great respect and appreciation for them or as some would say, “love for them”, but the word “love” is difficult for me say, except to my own children or maybe a lover. I do not easily apply it to others.

When we honestly help others, then we are attempting to create heaven here on earth. This is not some metaphorical external heaven, only experienced after death, but rather one in the here and now. Humans make earth either heaven, hell, or both and their actions can cause an “eternity” of memories, both good and bad. None of my concepts about heaven, hell, or eternity can be applied to any afterlife. They are all in the here and now, created only by humans. Thus, the Christian concepts verses my own concepts are good examples as to how these ideas are nothing more than human concepts. My mother or any other Christian can deny my concepts all they want, but the fact remains that they are all human concepts, right down to the definition of what angels are.

My nightmares about what I consider hell are really no different from those of people who have nightmares about a religious hell. The only differences are that my dreams of “hell” and theirs are a matter of reality, as well as what we define as eternity. Eternity for me is a lifetime and like the nightmares others have of a fictional hell, I am tortured and haunted unmercifully, but from past real life experiences. The other difference is how we are tortured and haunted in our concepts of hell. However, my concept of heaven, it totally different than the Christian view and it is one only humans can create here on earth, with a little effort towards being compassionate towards others and giving mercy, as well as peace, to others who need it.

Until such Christians get into the minds of those who have been abused spiritually, psychologically, emotionally, sexually, and physically, they will never have a clue as to what a real hell actually is. They will also never admit and face the reality that they contribute and enable the abuse themselves, creating a living hell, right here on earth, for others. When they choose to see and examine my Little Box, then they will see the horrors of hell that I live with due to such abuse.

Therefore, dear Christian, do not tell me what hell is. I know what hell is, because I have lived it, and it is not some fictional place, but right here on earth. I also know what eternity is and again, it is not what you conceive it to be. I have also had a taste of what heaven on earth could be, if more human beings would just try to create it with love, compassion, and empathy. For me, such a concept of heaven is very much numinous, but that brings us to another human created concept concerning transcendence, which I might discuss another time, but again, such a concept is very much centered and focused on the human, not something outside ourselves. The same goes for the concept of heaven too. Until the religious face reality, they can have no concept of what I describe, much less what I am referring to when I speak of heaven being here on earth, much less my concept of hell and eternity.

Imagine there is no heaven

By dealdoctor ~

John Lennon's song “Imagine” contains the famous lines:

Imagine There’s No Heaven
It’s Easy If You Try
No Hell Below Us
Above Us, Only Sky

Atheists simply do not believe in Heaven or Hell after this life, but rather that this life is the only life an individual will have to live. What are the implications of such a belief? Does this leave atheists in a sad hopeless situation while living this life, because once it is over it is really flat out over with no encore? Would this make us depressed people because there are no golden streets on which we will walk for eternity? Does this mean that atheists will live irresponsible, immoral lives now, because there is no hell to punish us when we die? Gosh if God does not have a carrot of heaven to inspire us and a big stick of hell to fill us with fear, what in the world would motivate us to act in kind ways toward others?

Gosh it seems if we actually start to imagine that there is no heaven or hell it brings on a whole list of questions that would pop into the minds of people who had never even stopped once to imagined that God and all things of God might not be real. Why man alive without God in the picture the entire meaning of life must be re-evaluated as well as the meaning of death. It is about like the comedian Stephen Colbert who no longer practices the Catholicism of his youth saying that the thing he is going to give up this year for Lent is the whole damn Catholic religion. He is a funny guy but there is no danger that without Catholicism he will become a crazed ax murderer who has no concern for other people.

People do not have meaning in this life because of gold, lead or copper streets in a next life, but because they have found ways to create meaning in this world -- while they are here. Atheists find meaning in loving their significant others, family and children. They might really enjoy their sports teams. Music, art, good books, philosophy, exercise, volunteer work, helping their neighbors, work, civil rights, politics, hobbies are just a few things which might provide meaning and make living interesting for atheists. The list goes one and on and on and well on. Think about it if people do not find meaning in such things as these their life while in THIS world must be crappy and meaningless. You can only sit on a bench and sing, pray, and read the Bible so long and most people will get impatient to get on with their lives even if they are Christians. Meaning in this life must come from things in this life that happen seven days as week. If you are only in line for the movie you better find something to do in the damn line like talking to the people who have come with you to go to the movie, or you are going to be bored as hell until you get inside and the lights dim and the show starts.

Imagining there is neither heaven nor hell after death means a couple of things for life in this world. It makes this life become so very special and precious. Each moment, each second, each situation is unique, limited and valuable. The birth of one of your children in this context is more precious, not less precious.Morality and human kindness are certainly not things that belongs to theists alone. The prisons are full of Christians as well as a few non-believers too. Having been a pastor for over twenty years I can assure you that immorality is common among Christians at least to the same degree as it is among atheists. Arguments can be made that there are lower rates of crime among non-believers than among Christians and that the divorce rate is now higher among Christians than non-Christians. The debate will rage on each side because statistics can be manipulated by anyone. Christians will say that these stats do not apply to Christians who read their Bibles everyday. Whatever!

Atheists who want to be successful business people better deliver what they promise their customers. They better not terrorize their neighborhoods by raping, pillaging or stealing or the damn cops are going to bust their ass. Crime may pay in the short run but communities, Christian or otherwise, will not put up with it for long. Non Christian countries have jails too. Morality and its being put in the codes of laws that prohibit stealing and murder is absolutely required by any society religious or non-religious that are going to function. So just like Christian parents atheist parents teach their children to be “good” and pick up their toys and share their toys with the other children. You get the idea.

Now, imagining there is neither heaven nor hell after death means a couple of things for life in this world. First it causes this life to be so very special and precious. Each moment, each second, each situation is unique, limited and valuable. The birth of one of your children in this context is more precious, not less precious.

Also atheists who do good do it for goodness sake not for the sake of going to heaven as a reward or going to hell as a punishment. They do good things because they believe it is good and that we all benefit when we all do the good things that benefit our communities and planet.

Fear of hell can make Christians neurotic and worrisome so that they are not able to enjoy the simple pleasures of life. Each little group has its list of things “good Christians” do not do. Many Baptists think it is wrong to have a beer. Some Methodists think it hurts not only your health but also your “witness” if you smoke. All Evangelical Churches will try to make teenagers feel guilty as a Federal Bank robber if they masturbate. News flash almost 100% of teenagers and most adults do masturbate so calling this harmless pleasure sin causes them to live in painful guilt and of course if true believers to fear of hell daily. The church induces the guilt and then has the only store for “forgiveness” each Sunday with the altar call. Gotcha! Everything from women wearing makeup to spending money on something that is not a basic essential can be made into a sin worthy of hell. Of course there is the “unforgivable sin” that is thrown in as a joker in the deck that keeps all imperfect Christians in fear to some degree that they have fucked up so bad that there is perhaps not even a chance that God will ever forgive them because they have gone too far. Hell is an essential of the Bible’s version of Christianity. Preachers have let their own imagination run wild with descriptions of hell throughout the centuries. But for once imagine there is no hell. Fear of hell vanishes at least for that moment. Fully embrace atheism and that irrational fear is gone forever.

Imagine there is no heaven. That means that when you are dead there is no Eternal Christian Disneyland or Islamic Heaven with 72 virgins for terrorist’s bombers. I guess this would also mean there is no one employed eternally to sweep the gold streets of heaven since there are not any gold streets there to be swept.

Heaven and Hell gone. Poof! Evolution has made humankind, along with the dogs, chickens, ducks, lizards, fish, grass, and flowers. All of life is still evolving including humankind and there is no break in the Tree of Life just different branches. Most of the Universe is made up of vast reaches where there is no life at all. How marvelous it is to be alive! What a wonder it is to be, to hear, see, love, cry, hope, work, and dance. Yes, oh, hell yes there is meaning. If you do not see this you are already dead in the head. Not everyone cares about smelling the flowers so they might as well be plastic for those people anyway. To the Christian everything in this world is like plastic flowers. Only the flowers of heaven will be real flowers. The pains of this world for the Christian are only minor inconveniences when compared to the flames of hell. I remember somewhere in C.S. Lewis’ writings I think it was in Mere Christianity where he has an American Christian soldier and a German Christian soldier shoot one another in World War II and they are both killed only to wake up laughing together in heaven. So much for the value of life in this world from a Christian perspective! The deal is to sell all you own and give it to the poor and take up your cross and die to this world. If you save your life in this world you lose it in the next. For the Christian when push comes to shove only the next life counts. It is the pearl of great price for which a person if wise is to buy even if it costs them everything they have in this world. That will leave you broke and empty emotionally and physically given time. A Catholic monk takes vows of chastity, poverty and obedience for just these reasons. Even the right to marry must go.

We atheists give a promise to the world. After death all people will have an equal amount of pleasure. After death no person will feel any pains of hell. After death everyone is the same. They are dead. They are gone. Imagine that. There is no need to fear anything at all after you die. Toss the fear and start living. Christians will have not one ounce more joy or pleasure in the non-existent afterlife than atheists. They also are just as dead as a rock. No pleasure, no pain. Ask a rock if they are ok. Yep, says the rock. It rocks to be a rock!

So today we are alive. Today is the day to love your significant other, your children, your grandchildren, your community, your friends, your hobbies, and as many others as you can and do not forget to love yourself too. Be your own friend while you can be a friend to you. When you are a rock no worries too. Wow! It’s all good. Imagine that! Some people are hurting. The rocks are fine. Help someone today. You will feel good, they will feel good and that is a damn good thing. Imagine an atheist saying that! Friendly caring atheists could that be possible? Imagine!

rationalizing - Did God exist ?

There are millions of different kinds of species in this Earth. But there is only one kind of species that can rationing. And that is us - human being.

If human cannot rationing, we will be still living at the stone age.

So all human must rationing. Another word - we must use our common sense. or else we better be dog and cat.

So, the big question today is - Did God exist ??

According to Christians, God knows everything. And he has a plan for all of us. He even know what will happened to us even before we are born !!!

Every Christian agreed to that.

But why he cannot predict that the snake will cheat Eve to eat that apple and all human has to go to hell ?

WHY ?????

Maybe he knows nothing.

If God has a plan for everyone, Then why should we pray to God ? We must NOT DISTURB HIS PLAN !!!!!!!!!!!!

Christian cannot answer this question because the answer is simple :

THERE IS NO GOD.

If the bible is really true, the scale of killing, torture and mass murdering done by God will made Adolf Hitler looks like mother Teresa.

Why I am not a Christian by Mike

By Mike ~

I attend church with my girlfriend and her family even though I've recently rejected Christianity. I won't go into my de-conversion process, perhaps another day, but recently I wrote a summary of the reasons why I can no longer consider myself a Christian. The pastor at the church last Sunday issued a challenge to anyone in the church that day who hadn't "accepted Christianity" to write down any reasons the at we might have for not accepting the faith and to speak to to him and discuss our reasons. So in the late hours of the night, the day before church, I decided to write out a little essay declaring why I could no longer consider myself a Christian.

When we got to the church I decided I was going to give the Pastor my writings after the sermon, but after the sermon, I just couldn't do it, I saw the futility of it. I figured in my head, after his emotionally charged sermon and the emotionally charged worship service in which the worship pastor began weeping, that one of two things were going to be the result of issuing my writings to these people.

1. They were going to raise their biblical force fields and frustrate me to no end with their illogical biblical conclusions about the universe.Their emotional sensibilities would be harmed and I would feel bad for attacking a belief system that these people base their core life purpose and the way in which they provide for themselves.
Or
2. Their emotional sensibilities would be harmed and I would feel bad for attacking a belief system that these people base their core life purpose and the way in which they provide for themselves.

Either way, it was going to be awkward and I just figured it would be best to just leave it be. But! I didn't want my late night brain droppings to go to waste and since I don't feel that there is anyone I can share my musings with right now, I thought of you wonderful people!

So, here it is, my unedited essay and in no way complete, the core reasons why I am not a Christian.

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There are a myriad of reasons why at this point in my life I no longer consider myself a Christian, but I’ll try and list the most important ones.

First, there is simply not enough evidence to back the supernatural claims in the Bible. Personal and unverifiable revelations and supposedly revealed scripture should not be accepted as evidence of a supernatural force.

The Biblical God is a cruel and sadistic being and the New Testament doesn’t change that. Concerning the Old Testament I find it odd that I am asked to “consider the times” when confronted with the moral laws created by a being that is supposed to be all knowing, all wise and timeless. And yet, the overall morality of the Bible is not all knowing, all wise or timeless.

Religion and morality are not mutually exclusive, one can be moral and religious, immoral and irreligious, moral and irreligious or immoral and religious.

Jesus, even among non-Christian’s, is usually considered by default the epitome of morality and I disagree. The core of Jesus’ philosophy is that all humans are sinful beings that are in need of redemption. The only way to redeem oneself is through Jesus and to truly accept him as your lord and savior. The punishment of not being redeemed in this lifetime is eternal punishment in a hellish afterlife. This is one of the most grossly immoral beliefs ever concocted. I think it is shameful that parents and other adults instill this belief into the minds of young children or the minds of adults who are/were in their most vulnerable positions and are not equipped with the cognitive tools to reason against such depravity. I think those that teach this type of belief system are participating in an emotional blackmail that has gripped humanity for thousands of years and this type of emotional blackmail is not exclusive to Christianity. There is simply not a single sliver of objective evidence that one can show that I or anyone else will or has spent an eternity in suffering because we committed thought crime during our temporal lives.

If there is a higher and more transcendent being or beings in the universe it doesn’t have to be the Biblical God. In fact if there are beings that exist outside of the bounds of the physical universe and they or it created everything. I have my doubts that it was the Christian God or the Muslim God or the Hindu God or any of the various god’s that human beings believe to exist. I don’t think that a transcendent being that could create the whole universe would be so nit picky to care whether or not his flawed and infinitesimally finite creations acknowledged his existence or not. But, if the universe does operate in this fashion, that the Christian God requires his acceptance as a savior in order so that his flawed creations can escape the eternal punishment which is said they deserve. Then it certainly cannot be said that this being is benevolent and has humanities best interests at heart. If the universe operates in this fashion the vast majority of mankind will have been created for eternal damnation, this world is a factory for the damned. How can an all powerful, omniscient and “benevolent” being be blind to this? If I had a personal revelation and through this found that the universe did operate in this fashion and found that one did end up eternally damned for non-belief, I would be saddened by such a revelation. It would mean that many great, deserving or innocent people, past, present and future, are going to be thrown as trash into an abyss manufactured by a supposedly loving being. I don’t believe that this is true and the chances of it being true are as good as any other supernatural claim without evidence.

Concerning the matter of the “ultimate questions” I value truth. I cannot with confidence tell a young child or friend that the world operates the way it does in the Biblical paradigm. I cannot with confidence follow intellectually deceptive groups like the Young Earth Creationists that lie about the age of the Earth and evolution, while making the same refuted and deceptive claims concerning the natural world over and over and over again. But alas, selective bias and just pure laziness runs deep and those captured by such movements will rarely venture far enough to investigate the refuted claims that they are being fed by these groups.

Anyways, I’ll close it up at this point, it’s hard to write about topics such as these and even harder at 4 A.M. This is a good baseline of about where I’m at concerning Christianity and religion in general though. I know many people that practice their beliefs for the most part mean well and I know for many people these beliefs are the reason that they might have pulled themselves out of hellish life conditions. I also know that there are religious groups and organizations that do a lot of good in the world. But none of these things are evidence that the supernatural claims of their beliefs are true. The truth, personally, is what is important to me if I am to be a follower of any system of belief.

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So, this is what I was going to give to the pastor. I just wanted something that was rather short and matter of fact and I figured I'd fill in the blanks with our discussions, but as I said it didn't happen and probably won't ever. As pointed out these people are the YEC types that think the world is 6,000 years old and evolution is some secular conspiracy created by the devil or something. It really is rather sad that these people that are so arrogant on the subject and yet, have never bothered to pick up a book on evolutionary biology or read "Origins Of The Species" to figure out what Darwin actually said concerning Natural Selection, instead they make rash caricatures of the man that are way out of the bounds of reality. It's sad really.

Story By An Ex-Judaism

When I was in college, I fell in love with a Catholic boy. I graduated and followed him to another state for graduate school. My parents disowned me. They told me that if I choose him, that I was dead to them. For two years, I was estranged from my parents. At the end of the two years, I was vulnerable and ended up breaking it off with my love in order to become a part of my family again. I married a man who was Jewish and proceeded to have 3 fabulous children. However, the guy was both physically and emotionally abusive. After 14 years of marriage, I took the kids and got out. I was so demoralized that I did not realize that I accepted escalating abuse because in fact, my parents were deeply emotionally abusive. I gave my children both more religious training and more religious tolerance than my parents gave to me. They have each chosen their own paths in that regard. That is a topic for another day. I love them unconditionally.

I don't think i ever really analyzed my feelings about the Abrahamic god the majority of my life. I did not read any version of the bible on my own, including the tanach...the hebrew 5 books of moses or old testament. I was content to just take my understanding of all world religions in the way they are presented to the popular culture. I was really cumbaya about the whole thing and did not realize that the god of the bible destroyed my life.

Then I moved to South Carolina.

Everyone was very very Christian and very very conservative Protestant. I decided to study Christianity. I read the KJV Bible and also my own English Translation of the Hebrew bible. I compared the translations in the old testament between them. I researched online and in real time about the beliefs of christians of various denominations. I read European history about how the various slight differences caused wars and divisions, made and destroyed royalty. I understood the motivations of coming to America for religious freedom in a whole new way. As a child, my history lessons were sanitized American history and the history of the Jews in the Old World (A viewpoint which paints ALL christians including Catholics with one broad brush).

As I studied the bible, new and old, I became more and more horrified by the things that I learned. Calvinists actually think that babies who die go to hell because they have not accepted Jesus? The Jews who were savagely murdered in the Inquisition are going to hell, but their Inquisitors are not? WTF?

I spent a fair amount of time feeling almost as threatened by christianity as my crazy ass mother who disowned me. And then...

I studied pre-Abrahamic religions. I found a great website called "POCM" Pagan Origins of the Christ Myth. You should all check it out. It is totally awesome. But it forced me to do one last thing...

Look at the religion of my birth.

I really thought about the things the Hebrews were told by their god to do to other people. I read about a petty, jealous god who said he knew everything but did not know that Adam and Eve would eat the apple or that Cain would Kill Abel. Well, shoot, how can humans sneak stuff on god if he knows everything??

I spent most of my life doubting. I no longer doubt. The Abrahamic god is a pagan god. Just like the gods before him. And frankly, I loved those stories too, but a never believed them even a little. It all came clear. There may be some glue that holds the universe together. But is certainly is not the Abrahamic god.

That is the short version of my de-conversion, such that it is. I was converted from Judaism to Atheism by studying Christianity. And that is why I am here.

Flo

Adam and Eve

By Carl S ~

Here's the story: Once upon a time two humans, plus lions, tigers, spiders, flies, elephants, mosquitos, walruses, seals, horses, lambs, zebras, polar bears, and millions of beetles - in fact, all life forms, lived in harmony, in a place called The Garden of Eden. Every kind of fruit, vegetable, vegetation, including poisonous mushrooms, included.

Now - only two individuals were listed at that original prehistoric ZIP Code. They were, from the story, either teens or pre-teens, since neither one had sexual coupling yet. They were what my mother called "innocents." The story says, there was one single tree in that entire place on which there were fruits the couple were told by the Boss who made the garden, "Don't eat its fruit", so they went ahead and did it anyhow. They were warned beforehand that doing so would only bring problems. But, humans by nature are curious, and let's face it, these kids had NO knowledgeable reference points of just what "evil" and "death" meant. They were in effect, gullible and trusting. The Boss decided the consequences of this action.

So - the fruit tree was a frame-up, a.k.a., entrapment, with an agent in place to facilitate the entrapment, while the Boss watched from behind the bushes. If two kids like that wouldn't fall for it, nobody would. A slam dunk.

The story goes on that as a result of this disobedience, everybody had to get the hell out of Eden, never to go back in, and animals started eating each other, frequently making each other suffer and die, ever since. This is because the Boss decided, in his wisdom, this was the fairest punishment. Billions of humans have bought this story, so it CAN'T be silly, right?

Once out of Eden, now what? Survival, which depends on . . . curiosity, giving in to temptations, not being too trusting, being absolutely aware of dangers. And, the necessity to imitate Nature by lying and taking the risks of making the wrong choices. So, one of the consequences of expulsion from Eden is growing up and taking responsibility for one's actions, good or bad. Outside Eden there is freedom in all its awe and scariness. Outside of Eden is challenge, a sense of having the power of accomplishment. This is a "curse?" Is the Earth as experienced by the whole of mankind really a "vale of tears" after all?

Is an "Edenesque" place desirable, attainable, since many have endeavored to create one? Would it be a place fair to all? (Thomas Moore proposed Utopia; fair to only Christians. He burned heretics.) We ought to consider these questions with minds wide open; MILLIONS of lives have been destroyed in pursuit of an idealized Eden-paradise.

Let us propose something: That the faith, Hope, and Impetus driving "salvation" is really a desire to return to a state of Eden BEFORE the Fall; that to achieve this end, individuals are commanded to be "born AGAIN,” and become as little children, trusting and gullible. Uncurious. And, to never, never, disobey anything, anything the Boss says. The consequences are the rewards of getting back ALL the goodies of Eden/Heaven/Paradise/ a “New Earth” for persevering in this hamster tumbling wheel. But most of all, they'll enjoy the Presence of The Boss-Entrapper who tossed them out in the first place. They STILL TRUST him, with his repeated tricks and traps set on humans? Go figure.) This being born again and becoming as a little child is promoted to promise an Eden-relationship with the Boss even in the here and now, of peace and serenity as exemplified by holy men and women to be attainable. Even Mother Teresa's doubts are written off as transient.

Humans can no more return to Eden than a woman who has had intercourse can return to being a virgin - and most would never want to. We are told that as a consequence of disobedience, death was our fate rather than a previous eternal life in Eden. But, by following the aforementioned commandments, we will be rewarded with . . . Eternal Life!" For Christians, JESUS is the "way" back, the U-Turn who demands we become little children again.

Coming full round: The whole Eden story is so much nonsense. There never was a time or place free of pains, sufferings, of an utter perfection of Nature. Even "living Edens" aren't that way. By pointing this out, science becomes the enemy of salvation - beliefs. Evolution alone spoils the system by eliminating "Eden, Adam, Eve," in dealing with life as it always has been. You know, science in being Curious, giving in to temptation when one is told not to go there. By continually questioning claims without evidence to back them up.

Humans can no more return to Eden than a woman who has had intercourse can return to being a virgin - and most would never want to. Worshippers ought not to waste their lives trying to please such a fickle Boss- Entrapper and be so sure about that Eden thing. They can't be guaranteed that their Eden/Heaven/Paradise will not just be another place where they'll slip up just ONCE (and they will), and here we go again!!! So, they shouldn't be too anxious for this world we DO have to end, in order to get there. `

There are choices in living which are, frankly, gambles. What makes life itself a tragedy is when it's wagered on superstitions.

The real 'born again' story

By Muse77 


In 2005, I was a deaconess in a small full gospel church, my husband was head deacon and together we did bible studies for couples and I was part of the music team. That year, my husband fell in love with his secretary and left me and our three kids, then 14, 7 and 18 months. As you can imagine, this was a very painful time in my life, but the worst was yet to come. My pastors talked to my husband and came to me, convinced his wandering ways were my fault for being a rebellious 'Jezebel' and that I should immediately submit to counselling and prayer ministry (read that, deliverance ministry). At that time I was desperate to save my marriage and I did submit, for a while. When the humiliation grew to be too much, I started bucking the system, only to be told I was in rebellion and that I needed to be 'under their authority' if I had any hope of being 'spiritually well' and saving my marriage. My husband had refused counselling, seeing through their motives and he left the church for good. Between the heartbreak over a broken marriage and the emotional beating I was taking at the pastors' hands, death seemed a better option. But I had three kids to look out for, so I summoned all the courage I could and left the church and the all the friends I loved in that church, behind.

The pastors warned the congregation not to associate with me because of my so called 'rebellion' so I didn't hear from them. At all. My dearest friends abandoned me because they were afraid to go against the pastors' wishes. It was indeed an especially lonely time in my life. I did, after some time, join another church where my children and I found some healing. I was even coaxed into music ministry and found some satisfaction in that for several years. What was the turning point for me? Pastors who still wanted to manipulate and control for one. Inconsistencies in what the church claimed to believe and what they lived out day by day. And then, meeting a man who was not a Christian but who is the sweetest, kindest and funniest person I have ever met. He respected my faith, but when we had discussions about Christianity, he would ask me questions that I could not answer. I mean, I could give out pat answers as I'd been coached to in church, but those answers sounded totally non credible as I tried to explain them. He encouraged me to think more deeply, to think for myself. I think every Christian has had their share of doubts and questions that their religion does not answer satisfactorily. And I began to question, why doesn't the church have solid answers......?

The lack of logical answers and the plethora of ministers who crave recognition or who are greedy or power hungry are the main reasons I left mainline Christianity and the church. That and the criticism and judgmentalism that goes with it. The 'we are better than you because we have Jesus' club. Who needs it? The hypocrisy is untenable for me any more.

So where am I in my faith? I am not sure. I'm slowly piecing together a new life on a daily basis. I'm happier not living on a steady diet of guilt and condemnation. I like owning myself again. Though it's been hard, I've tried to come to a place of forgiveness towards the Christian community. If they knew better, they would do better.....at least, I hope that is true. It's been a blessing to come across the testimonials here. It is comforting to know, I'm not the only one.

The Realization

By an ex-christian ~(anonymous author)

I have been very spiritual all my life but something about the churches and their teachings (having experience in both Protestant and Catholic churches) seemed to me to always preach action in the name of god or Jesus - not being good because it was the right thing to do.

Newborn child, seconds after birth. The umbilical cord has not yet been cut. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

For instance, just a few months before I realized I could no longer, in good conscience, remain a believer I had gone through RCIA at my local Catholic Church. Near the end of the course, during Lent, we all had to talk about the sacrifices we were going to make. Some people gave up smoking, some gave up coffee, some swearing. I gave up my hair, which I saw as a vanity. When it was my turn to "reveal" my sacrifice, my hair, I admitted I had gone a step further and donated it to Wigs for Kids. I asked what good was a sacrifice if it didn't benefit someone else? I went on to mention that if you gave up candy or coffee or something like that that cost money, why not donate that money to a soup kitchen or something that would help others? I was instructed that the sacrifice itself was enough, god didn't expect any more than that or some words to that effect. That really bothered me, but I continued on in the class.

Later that year my husband and I found ourselves pregnant with a surprise (my youngest child was already 9 years old). I finally was able to come to terms with a new pregnancy at 40 (it took weeks!), and time flew by. When the delivery day came, I was in the admissions waiting area having contractions along with a really non-religious epiphany. What kind of god would punish a woman for such a divine event by cursing her with unbearable pain during labor? Not a very good god and not one I wanted to have anything to do with. I realized at that moment that nature and nature only causes the pain we feel during childbirth. It was simply the result of a large object passing through a narrow opening, nothing more, nothing less. At that point, god became anathema to me.

It's been about a decade since that time and I've never felt freer - freer to be a good person just because it's the right thing to do; freer to help not just those who believe as I do, but anyone who needs it; freer to learn about other belief systems... I've realized that NO ONE can know the right truth for another. Life and life experience shapes that... I've realized how destructive the christian religion, in particular, has been to other cultures - converting then deserting people who, once they've lost their own way, suffer in poverty and misery following a god who won't help them.

I've discovered more in this time, too much to list here, so I'll shut up now - thank you for listening!

The Buddha Explaining Existence of God

The Buddha Explaining Existence of God

Buddha entered a village. A man asked him as he was entering the village, "Does God exist?" He said, "No, absolutely no."

In the afternoon another man came and he asked, "Does God exist?" And he said, "Yes, absolutely yes."

In the evening a third man came and he asked, "Does God exist?" Buddha closed his eyes and remained utterly silent. The man also closed his eyes. Something transpired in that silence. After a few minutes the man touched Buddha's feet, bowed down, paid his respects and said, "You are the first man who has answered my question."

Now, Buddha's attendant, Ananda, was very much puzzled: "In the morning he said no, in the afternoon he said yes, in the evening he did not answer at all. What is the matter? What is really the truth?"

So when Buddha was going to sleep, Ananda said, "First you answer me; otherwise I will not be able to sleep. You have to be a little more compassionate towards me too. I have been with you the whole day. Those three people don't know about the other answers, but I have heard all the three answers. What about me? I am troubled."

Buddha said, "I was not talking to you at all! You had not asked, I had not answered YOU. The first man who came was a theist, the second man who came was an atheist, the third man who came was an agnostic. My answer had nothing to do with God, my answer had something to do with the questioner. I was answering the questioner; it was absolutely unconcerned with God.

"The person who believes in God, I will say no to him because I want him to drop his idea of God, I want him to be free of his idea of God -- which is borrowed. He has not experienced. If he had experienced he would not have asked me; there would have been no need.

"The person who believed in God, he was trying to find confirmation for his belief from me. I was not going to say yes to him -- I am not going to confirm anybody's belief. I had to say no, I had to deny, just to destroy his belief, because all beliefs are barriers to knowing the truth. Theist or atheist, all beliefs, Hindu or Christian or Mohammedan, all beliefs are barriers.

"And the person with whom I remained silent was the right inquirer. He had no belief, hence there was no question of destroying anything. I kept silent. That was my message to him: Be silent and know. Don't ask, there is no need to ask. It is not a question which can be answered. It is not an inquiry but a quest, a thirst. Be silent and know.

I had answered him also; through my silence I gave him the message and he immediately followed it -- he also became silent. I closed my eyes, he closed his eyes; I looked in, he looked in, and then something transpired. That's why he was so much overwhelmed, he felt so much gratitude, for the simple reason that I did not give him any intellectual answer. He had not come for any intellectual answer; intellectual answers are available very cheap. He needed something existential -- he needed a taste. I gave him a taste.

Only Christians go to heaven ??? Read this real story and find out the truth !

By Cacti ~

Misery. That is the word I use to describe my childhood. Sheer, awful misery. I lived in a house where I was tormented by an abusive stepfather who had it out for girls. My mother has three daughters, of which, I am the youngest. We got in trouble (and beaten) for the simplest things. We cleaned the kitchen, and he'd sit in there and watch us, waiting for one of us to screw up(i.e. miss a small spot while scrubbing) so he could "set us straight". We couldn't go to the bathroom after 9pm. We weren't even allowed to laugh. We all felt as though we walked on eggshells; our world was fragile. My mother would come to our rescue when things got too bad.

Meanwhile, Mike's (our stepfather) own son, Jared, was never touched. Jared wasn't yelled at. Jared didn't have to keep his room spotless. In fact, my oldest sister, Amber, had to clean Jared's room for him.

Then we moved. There was a church right up the road, so my mother thought it would be nice to start attending it. At first, we only went on Sunday mornings. As time went by, we started spending an usual amount of time in church. The teachings scared me. They taught us that everything that Mike was doing to us was actually a good thing. The man was, after all, the head of the household. Women were worthless.

Mike, with his abusiveness validated, upped the anti. He became even more hateful towards us. My mother, however, began to let it happen. We had lost her to God. She had been convinced that her place was not to protect us, it was to serve her husband and thus, serve the Lord. Our hearts were completely broken, and lives that had already been unnecessarily rough at times, grew to be so much worse than we ever thought they could be.

All of us girls were religious at first. We would sing songs with the choir and pay attention in Sunday School. The teachings, however, quickly became nonsense to me. I had too many questions. I didn't understand why so many things were considered evil. I didn't understand why we were to express so much hate and intolerance. It hurt me to know that all of the people surrounding me were actually wishing for the world to end. They were wishing that people all over the planet would die and go to hell. It tore my innocent heart in two, and I didn't even understand why.

Everything was just so backwards to me. God was supposed to love everyone, yet he was willing to let the majority of people burn forever in hell because they didn't believe in him. He thought we all needed to die because the devil tricked Eve into tempting Adam with an apple. He thought that Lot was a good guy for letting his daughters get raped instead of two angels when the angels visited Sodom and Gomorrah. He persecuted Job until he had absolutely nothing left just to prove a point to the devil. God quickly became evil in my eyes, yet I still believed in him.

My mother was completely taken over by her faith. She changed so much in such a short amount of time that she was barely recognizable to me. Everytime we did something bad, she would pull us aside and whisper to us "I don't think you're saved. Do you want to go to Hell?" Being children as we were, it was terrifying. God was, after all, an angry god, as she so often reminded us. Apparently, he was not above letting children burn in hell forever for something as minor as misbehaving in the grocery store. Not that I thought that was stooping low, after his other offenses.

When I was ten, my sister got into a fight with my stepfather, and was kicked out of the house in short order. She was just fourteen years old. After Amber left, the focus started to shift towards my other sister, Kristin. Kristin moved out as soon as she turned fourteen. I was the only one left. I found myself keeping to myself more often than not. I would stay in my room, at war with my thoughts on what I did so wrong that god would decide that I am worthless. Why was I doomed to be nothing but a slave to a man, who, from my experiences, would beat my future children and treat me like a doormat? Why was it good for me to behave that way?

Out of my siblings, I was the most compliant, so I stayed in that hell for the longest. However, since the magic number was fourteen, Mike decided that I needed to go then too. He came upstairs and beat the absolute crap out of me. He kicked my ribs and bruised them. He hit me in the face and my nose was bloody. He hit me across the arms with a belt and I had huge welts all over them. He, in this ass-backwards Bible Belt town, went completely unpunished when my own father tried to press charges. The sheriff actually told us that there were more laws to protect animals than there were to protect girls my age in my town. I stayed silent.

After moving in with my father, things calmed down. I switched schools, and started over. I had a lot of time to think about what I had just gotten out of. I had escaped a life of thinking that reading Harry Potter would send you straight to hell. I had avoided thinking that my place was by the side of a savage man with a serious beef with woman. I had come out of it, but not unscathed. My heart was deeply bitter, and the wonderful memories I was supposed to have of my childhood were all but nonexistent. I still believed in God, however. I clung to hope that he wasn't as bad as the bible said he was. I still prayed on occasion.

I did have major problems forming in my mind regarding religion though. I was disgusted by the fact that every Christian in this area will tell you that "wanting for worldly goods and material possessions is a sin", yet the bible tries to bribe you into heaven with promises of your own personal mansion and streets paved with solid gold. I also can't understand why anyone would be interested in going to heaven in the first place. In heaven, we are doomed to sing praises to God that I personally don't care for. Heaven is supposed to be a happy place, but how can we be happy there? How could we smile and sing praises, knowing that our loved ones who refused to believe in the same, horrible crap that we did were burning below our feet?

Skip ahead in time, if you will, to the time I was twenty. I had married a man named Daniel, and on our honeymoon, I had conceived our first child, a boy. I had, at this point, already fallen into the trap of my mother's religion again. I mean, sheesh, I was married at twenty! I had met Daniel when I was eighteen, fresh out of high school, and from the point we started dating, my mother insisted we were living in sin. We were constantly pressured into getting married, and we finally gave in.

Seven months into my pregnancy, my son stopped kicking. I called everyone I knew to see if it was normal. Everyone confirmed that it was. I was told to pray about it. I waited. After twenty four hours, I broke down and went to the hospital. On January 2nd, 2009, the nurses told me that my son's heart had stopped beating. I gave birth to him on the 3rd. I had so many visitors it was unreal. Most of them told me the same things: That god needed an new angel in the fold, he was in a better place, and he probably had some awful, horrible disease or something, and god knew that and took him home early. I had a preacher come in and tell me that I shouldn't be mad at god. That he had gone through the same thing, god. He sent his son down to die for us, so he had buried his son too. I guess he thought that made everything ok then. He can take my child and get away with it because he killed his own child. Every ounce of faith I had left disappeared instantly.

I held my boy, and he was perfect.

I am now twenty-four years old. I am in the process of separating from my husband. I have a poor relationship with most of my family, as my mother converted the majority of them to baptists years ago. I feel like I can't be myself near them, that they will never know who I really am, and it breaks my heart. I'd be condemned by them all if they knew I've been an atheist for years and that I cringe every time they babble on incessantly about how great their god is. I will never have an open, honest relationship with any of them. How can I? I'd be disowned.

Perhaps one day, a few of them will open up their eyes. I don't have much hope that any of them will though. They are all too absorbed. Some of them are so far gone that I fear for their mental stability.

GENOCIDE OF THE HOMELESS

GENOCIDE OF THE HOMELESS

By: somelikeithot1818

Page 1, GENOCIDE OF THE HOMELESS - by ignoring the needs of the homeless - we are - in effect - letting them die. Living on the street is contrary to every public health recommendation for every country on the face of this earth. The denial of food, clothing and shelter is a guarantee that the health of the homeless will deteriorate faster than the rest of the population. Unfortunately, many of the homeless have mental and other illnesses which make them unemployable and often impossible to live with. Ignoring the needs of humans is a guarantee of an earlier death - in this way the argument is made that our treatment of the homeless is DE FACTO - GENOCIDE.

When we think of GENOCIDE, we think of DARFUR

When we REMEMBER genocide, we remember ARMENIANS and JEWS

I walk down a street in Toronto...the homeless sit and beg

We drive down a street in Detroit and see a man sleeping on the ground

They said there were no homeless in suburbia...but come to our library

There is a man who lives in his tiny van and visits the library all day

Are there homeless in the country...???? maybe they went to the city

On a cold Toronto day, the sewer covers open from underneath

Two native men appear, their breaths freeze in the air

I saw all this with my own eyes, I did not make it up

In a cold country you can freeze to death at night

Would anybody CHOOSE this kind of life?

Darwinian thinking says only the strong survive

Yet these same "Christians" say THEY CHOSE THIS

Jesus came to help the poor, the needy and the sick

What would Jesus say about the HOMELESS who are often MENTALLY ILL?

Jesus cured the sick and drove the devils out.....

We do not imitate the Life Of Christ by IGNORING THE HOMELESS

We hope they will just go away....which they will

For how long would YOU LIVE withOUT FOOD, CLOTHING, SHELTER?

Not very long....we have concentrations camps hiding in plain sight

But they do not looks like Dachau or Auschwitz....they are the dark and nasty streets

Where the HOMELESS live....until they die and no STATISTICS are kept

So how many HOMELESS die every day on this earth?

The answer would make you sick.....

Hitler and Stalin were not as cunning as we are...

They said they were going to kill and they did what they said they would

We go about our business, day after day....the same homeless people

Linger, we step over them on the way......Are we GENOCIDAL

Is there a little HITLER in ALL of US....?

The RESEARCH demonstrates that this is true

If we are given the power over others

Notice how power corrupts

Notice how money makes friends

Notice Politicians who say the end justify the means

In a DEMOCRACY where they have been ELECTED by free peoples

We are so smug and say....we bring DEMOCRACY to others

If DEMOCRACY includes HOMELESSNESS....it sounds freaky to me

For only in GOD'S SWEET HEAVEN can all men really be free...

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Fighting in KFC

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The full story is here

To keep it simple, here is my version :

Jerk got voucher for KFC, due date on 7th Feb (he claimed he bought it for RM 137, but I believe that was bullshit), so he quickly go to KFC to claim the chicken. Waited half an hour (he claimed 1 hour), angry ( must be very hungry), scolded the workers with very rude words (sound like those people you met in the church, isn't it ?). KFC worker get angry, punch him.

The same thing has happened with me many years ago. Somebody want me to repair his computer, wait for a day, angry, started calling me, curse my mother and use very rude words. The only thing is I didn't punch him. They will be the perfect members of any church.

Last time I heard my church leader said " if you don't pay your church yearly membership fee, next time you die, you burn in hell ah". Somebody smash his car and break all the windows. I wish it was me.

What's wrong with the world today ? maybe life is too good and human turn into devil.

That's why Jesus said unless a person as humble as a small kid, he / she cannot go to heaven (Matthew 18:1-4). Unfortunately most Christians treat it as a joke.

The Holy Man and the idiot

There was a man whose name is Pastor Paul. He studied the Bible for 30 years already. He remembered every scriptures just like a computer. He likes to show off to others how good his knowledge and like to speak in public.

One day, an idiot called Ah Kong told his friend, " This Pastor Paul no good, he doesn't know a thing."

Somehow, what Ah Kong said reached Pastor Paul's ear. He came to Ah Kong house and scolded Ah Kong, " Who do you think you are, you who has no fear of God in you, you know who I am ?"

Ah Kong said, " Your attitude proved what I said is true.".

Happy life without institution churches

I have became one of the millions of Christians who walk out of their churches.

I believe this churches thing was something invented by the evil Emperor Constantine during Roman Empire time. The real church of Christ is the one that is invincible and made of real Christians. Not some elegant pastor who like to criticize others but they themselves are the worst kind of human.


I am surprised there are so many place in the internet that can provide spiritual need. truthforfree is one of them. I know some may said the internet / the facebook / twitter are the Antichrist but I have had enough of their bullshit.

Two weeks ago my friend asked me a question : If a Buddhist want to built a temple, will you donate RM 10 or not ? I answered : Yes if they take shelter of the poor people. But if XXX (sensored) Church asked me for 10 ringgit, I won't even give a cent. Because they are teaching people to love money and they are preaching evil.

Yes. My mother went to this XXX Church once to listen to their Evangelical Sermon. The pastor said "Do you know why Sibu people are rich ??? Because they are Christians !" My mother never had any interest with Christianity ever since.

I love Jesus. I hate local church.

Follow Jesus. Read the Bible and not human bullshit.

Here is what the Bible said about those money loving church :

Revelation 17 :
 One of the seven angels who had the seven bowls came and spoke with me, saying, “Come here. I will show you the judgment of the great prostitute who sits on many waters, 2 with whom the kings of the earth committed sexual immorality, and those who dwell in the earth were made drunken with the wine of her sexual immorality.” 3 He carried me away in the Spirit into a wilderness. I saw a woman sitting on a scarlet-colored animal, full of blasphemous names, having seven heads and ten horns. 4 The woman was dressed in purple and scarlet, and decked with gold and precious stones and pearls, having in her hand a golden cup full of abominations and the impurities of the sexual immorality of the earth.

Get out of here ! Get out of her !!!