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Apr 05, 2009 02:05

Most people would assume that my disbelief in god stems from a jaded sort of rebellion I may or may not have experienced in my childhood. This is only partially the case.

God was there for me when I was younger, I suppose. He scared the monsters away when I refused to go get my mommy. He listened to my problems when I was ignored. Outside of that, nothing.

Where was he when I prayed for those who needed it? Was it too selfish of me to wish those less fortunate happiness? Or if not happiness, at least the basic necessities in life; food, shelter, love? There are so many fucking people on this planet who are suffering. I have known pain, but I will never know it like so many others. Why are they left so? How could his gracious lord allow this?

Some would say it is merely a test from god. He is testing our faith in him. Starvation, torture, hate, DEATH, and other such pains are of course the only way to test our faith.

Bull shit.

"God should be executed for crimes against humanity."
             -Bryan Emmanuel Gutierrez

Nothing more true has ever been said,

THIS is where my skepticism began. I suppose if my parents had not gotten divorced or if we had had money or if my biological father had been there for me, I would not have had a reason to question, to think for myself. But that was the extent these experiences played in all this. No more than opening a door.
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