(Via Sean Manzano)
I’ve heard and read many stories from people who have given up religion, this is mine.
Looking back on my life I was lucky to have been raised in a free thinking, relatively religion free household. Both of my parents had been raised in pretty strict catholic families. My dad was an atheist and my mom was only moderately religious. The only time I ever went to church was when I went with my grandparents around Christmas and Easter. I was never particularly religious but I did pray to “god” on occasion. My parents never tried to get me to believe a certain way so any religious beliefs I held were because I chose to. When I was a teenager my maternal grandmother became very ill and developed Alzheimer’s. Now keep in mind that my grandmother was strict Irish catholic and devoted much of her free time to her church. Near the end of her life her Alzheimer’s became so severe that she couldn’t use the toilet on her own nor could she walk or talk. I went with my mom to visit my grandma one day and as I stood there looking at how much my god fearing grandmother had deteriorated I wondered, “If “God” is so loving and caring why is he allowing one of his devout followers to die in such a horrible way?” “Why couldn’t she have retained use of her faculties and just fall asleep one night and never wake up?” Soon after that I began questioning the existence of a higher power and as I got older I dismissed religion altogether. The godless life is truly the good life!
Tags: Alzheimer's
May 28th, 2010 at 7:55 pm
Bingo! it's amazing how so many idiots[some supposedly highly educated!] are taken in by this'WORD OF GOD' bullshit!
June 2nd, 2010 at 12:15 am
Wow Sean..i know it must of been really hard seeing your grandmother like that, WE ALL suffer is this life.
June 18th, 2010 at 6:50 am
A good portion of the world would drop religion if they lost a dear loved one to this disease. I lost my life hero. Not in the figurative sense, the man i looked up to for an example on morals, ethics, and basically how i want to grow up to be (I was young then) was killed over seven years. My grandfather died, is dead, and won't live again. period. But that's fine, it takes something like that to realize that death is sometimes merciful.
To close this; a story of what happened to seal my exit from Catholicism. After the funeral, a young, virgin, self-righteous priest came up to me. When I asked honestly in confusion "Why could god do this?" he used what i now know to be a priest's answer to anything. "Because god Works in mysterious ways." I told him that there is no god and walked home.