Lol, you have to do better than that to offend me at any rate.
It’s actually a commonly asked question by a lot of readers, so I guess there’s no harm telling you the answer.
To answer your previous questions, which concerned why I am angry by religion: Not every denomination is as open-minded or verbally accepting as others. I was brought up a Christian, and therefore I was overjoyed when my grandparents believed, and were saved from a certain death. Now it was more like regret when I heard the sermons being fed to my grandmother and my family, that I am evil, and not approved by God, and I’m a symbol of how wretched this world has become. Whatever I was planning to tell my parents, this effectively sealed my fate. I haven’t told them yet, but given they were fed this poison every week (and I used to rejoice at the idea of everyone believing), in fact, they just make my life incredibly difficult. My parents are the kind that would choose belief over their own son, which I knew from a few scenarios, the things they talk about, and from the religion itself where they must put God before everything else.
In a wider context, thousands of people leave the church on Sunday mornings, every week, with their hatred for me renewed. And they’re not just making my life difficult, by spreading these beliefs and ideas. I can safely say a lot of people is in my position. If this religion isn’t treading on my ground then I don’t know what else is. This religion’s interest and mine, conflict. All I wanted is my family to love me, and I’m frankly too scared to tell them because of it. So, for segregating myself from those that I love, and for lying to me about how I was part of the kingdom, and for giving me provisional condolences and happiness, I hate religion. I spend the first part of my life telling others about God; now I hated everything I did. Writing these stories doesn’t undo my crime, but it’s a start.
It’s actually a commonly asked question by a lot of readers, so I guess there’s no harm telling you the answer.
To answer your previous questions, which concerned why I am angry by religion: Not every denomination is as open-minded or verbally accepting as others. I was brought up a Christian, and therefore I was overjoyed when my grandparents believed, and were saved from a certain death. Now it was more like regret when I heard the sermons being fed to my grandmother and my family, that I am evil, and not approved by God, and I’m a symbol of how wretched this world has become. Whatever I was planning to tell my parents, this effectively sealed my fate. I haven’t told them yet, but given they were fed this poison every week (and I used to rejoice at the idea of everyone believing), in fact, they just make my life incredibly difficult. My parents are the kind that would choose belief over their own son, which I knew from a few scenarios, the things they talk about, and from the religion itself where they must put God before everything else.
In a wider context, thousands of people leave the church on Sunday mornings, every week, with their hatred for me renewed. And they’re not just making my life difficult, by spreading these beliefs and ideas. I can safely say a lot of people is in my position. If this religion isn’t treading on my ground then I don’t know what else is. This religion’s interest and mine, conflict. All I wanted is my family to love me, and I’m frankly too scared to tell them because of it. So, for segregating myself from those that I love, and for lying to me about how I was part of the kingdom, and for giving me provisional condolences and happiness, I hate religion. I spend the first part of my life telling others about God; now I hated everything I did. Writing these stories doesn’t undo my crime, but it’s a start.
14-Apr-2011 12:54:22