My problem is a little different, I think. I read most of what's been posted in this thread and haven't seen anyone bring this up, so...
I stopped believing about three months ago. I grew up my entire life believing in God and that, no matter what, everything was ok. Everything, no matter how bad it got, would be fixed by that great, big, mystical, invisible, feel-good hand from the sky. That everyone, no matter where in the world they were, from Mozambique to Paraguay to Viet Nam, would be introduced to God, our Father who loves us so much he gave up his son for crucifixtion, at one point in their lives. Where they went from that one point would determine whether they spent eternity with loving, happy people or wind up drowning in a boiling lake of fire and glass and darkness for ever and ever, Amen.
And I believed all that whole-heartedly.
No particular thing has happened to break my faith, but somewhere, at some moment while I was sleeping, a switch flipped, a light burned out, a wheel fell off or something... But something happened and I don't believe anymore.
It could've been a picture I saw of a man skydiving out of a crumbling Twin Tower. Now, I don't hang my faithlessness on 9-11 as some Reactionary Political Movement Against God (RPMAG, for future use), as it wasn't the whole event, but the one image that showed me just how horrible something can be.
It could've been that my lack of faith in people caught up to my faith in God. I have noticed that a lot of people are killed over someone else's beliefs, though. When you think about it, the results of an act performed in the name of God can bring up several words all at once (with different implications), depending on who you are: mission, genocide, pilgrimage, terrorism, good deed, murder...
But, I think it may be that my reasoning for a belief system failed me. "I believe in God, because..."
"...Well, Christianity is the only religion that says 'you go to Hell if you believe in something else.' By that reasoning, 'better safe than sorry!'" So, now, it's not that I feel any "presence," it's just that I'm covering my own spiritual ass? I can't live like that. That is fake. That misses the entire point of believing.
"I just do." Ok. Now, I just don't. Answers from myself as a child don't hold up so well today.
I think all of this led me to the conclusion that I had to choose God for myself, based on my adult judgement skills. Knowing all the passwords and talking to all the right people and showing up at his clubhouse for meetings does not mean entry to His Kingdom and it does not satisfy me.
But when I get right down to it, the cause doesn't matter at all. Has next to nothing to do with anything. What matters is what I've come up with about myself: I don't know if I believe in God or not.
If I don't believe in God:
- I feel better equipped to deal with the world knowing that whatever happens to me, I have to take care of myself. Somebody looking after me makes me cocky and stupid.
- I feel better doing what I do, loving who I love, and thinking thoughts I have minimal control over because it means I don't feel anyone is judging me. "We're born into sin?" Does that seem fair to you? If my daddy continually told me that I was bad and wrong from the moment I was born (but he also still loves me, undeserving as I am), I would feel miserable and hate myself to the point of abuse. That would continue until I either hated and rejected him or killed myself in shame and pain. This whole, "you're wrong and dirty because of your thoughts and sins" thing frustrates me because I can't control my feelings or thoughts. I can fight them for a while, maybe, but if the Creator thinks I'm bad from the moment I came into being and every impulse thought I've had since and there's nothing I can do to stop being bad ...FUCK HIM.
In case you're wondering, I typed an impulse thought about a sentence ago.
- I can live my life without the constant, reckless fear of an oncoming seven years of Mad Max-on-crack-style apocalypse happening. I won't worry about my family and friends being taken to a guillotine, raped, or both because they refuse to have a bar code stamped on the back of their head, or whatever sci-fi/horror nonsense is all the rage those days.
- I can, without fear, bring my own children into this world without worrying if they are going to grow up to be adults as religiously confused as their father in said apocalypse.
- I don't have to worry about Hell and can instead look forward to the mystery of the afterlife. All people, good or bad, regardless of religious beliefs, may have the same experience...
- I can look around at this shitty world and think, "Yeah, the bad outweighs the good, but at least I know that we're on our own."
Now...If I do believe in God:
- I'm going to Hell. No way around it, right? I've stopped asking for forgiveness for my thoughts, literary tastes, and huge collection of porn (sex is my biggest vice). No forgiveness asked, none given. And this very thread, even the thinking behind it, it all adds up to me turning my back on God, right? Mortal sin, right? Irredeemable, yes? So, all I can do is try to enjoy my life until God fires up that big 'ol gas grille.
- I must be wrong. If He exists, then all of my viewpoints about judgement are irrelevent. He is perfect, therefore, His judgement is perfect. I claim I am imperfect, yes, but He is the only scale to judge by, so...
- We've all got a rough seven years coming somewhere down the road. Watch for the mass simultaneous Christian dissappearance. That is when I'm getting fucked up on vodka. Hope you can't make it by then.
- I know that people are the reason everything is liquid crap, but if I see a crazy old homeless man drowning, I'm going to save him, toss him a line, something. I feel bitter that our lifeguard is morbidly watching, saying, "you fell in, you climb out."
I'm worn out. But I think I've found my answer.