An event that has become one of the greatest influences on my life was the birth of Jesus Christ. Born into a Catholic family, I was forced to go to church, where I was trained in the arts of religious zealotry. After learning my catechism and studying the Bible for extended periods of time, I began to wonder about this so-called Jesus. Was he really the son of God? Did he really walk on water? If so, how did he take baths?
When I got old enough, the priests requested that I make my confirmation. This is a momentous event when a young and impressionable Catholic repeats a memorized creed where they confirm their beliefs in the basic Catholic principles. This seemed to me very similar to the defecation of one’s own individuality. I decided not to restrict my beliefs to something that was based on a book written by
Numerous people have tried to convert me back to Christianity. They do not respect my beliefs, as I respect theirs. I respect their belief in the Bible and Jesus, but because I am a strong supporter of freedom of speech, I also think that I can say whatever I want to about their religion, so long as I don’t make it personal or scurrilous. The amount of pain and suffering that I have endured at the hands of Jesus’ zealous followers is unsurpassed by anything I have experienced.
humans, so I refuted their offer. I quit church cold turkey. Even if the Bible was valid, some people took the thing way too seriously. Some “good Christians†simply ignore the parts they didn’t like. It’s not that I didn’t believe in God, but I didn’t want the beliefs of others to be forced on me l