Why I Love Atheism
As a young girl, I was convinced that God was good. I don't know why I pictured him as white, maybe it had to do with the colorful Jehovah witness magazines which portrayed him as a grey haired white old man.Anyways, I loved him, in his pure white robe, his hands reaching out for me, maybe sharing in my pain when I fell and hurt my knee. It was therefore puzzling to me why he would want people to get burnt, people that he loved. Why did he want them to be in pain for eternity? This did not sound like a caring God at all. I buried my head in the sand. I wanted him to be a good gd so I did not focus on his morbid side so much.
I am now an adult woman of sound mind, and I don't believe that the god of the bible exists, and if he existed, I think he would be the most evil character,and I wouldn't worship him. I am enjoying my atheism now. Its beautiful being an atheist, not having to wonder why the Holy Book does not flow properly. Why it allows grown men to kill babies and capture young girls, victims of war for sex slavery. It feels good to know that it is all fiction. I don't have to feel terrified about those things that happened in the old testament.
Its beautiful to be an atheist, no preachers are going to manipulate me, and extort me of my money. I have my Sundays to enjoy. Nowadays, my Sundays are so relaxed compared to my "religious" Sundays. My knees don't suffer on the cemented church floors as they used to. I don't have to follow a book to know what's good and what's bad (I didn't need the book to know these anyways). I am free of guilt now, I don't have to wonder what I did wrong for a misfortune to come my way. I am free from emotional turbulence, and its fun!
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