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When you’ve spent your childhood being shamed and almost terrorized into believing that hell awaits, if you dare question or doubt the omnipotence of God, there’s nothing else to do but shit all over that experience when adulthood forces you to boldly question and doubt the existence of the almighty — and He’s more flamboyant nemesis.
Months ago, I was certain that labeling myself an agnostic was the way to go. I’m not completely sold on the idea of rejecting that something mightier than mere humans surrounds us, but I won’t be pressured into accepting a specific definition of what is still essentially a mystery.
The truth is that nobody really knows what happens when our final breath departs our bodies, and that fear of the unknown is what pastors of mega-churches thrive on, and it also helps to exacerbate the manipulative cultish tendencies of absolute losers, who know how to attract a crowd of lost sheep — desperate for the wrong kind of attention.
Since I’m not afraid to die, and I’m convinced that no matter how you lived your life, righteous or unrighteous, the end result will resemble those who have already seen the light.
I’m pretty much immune to the effects of horror stories that depict the imagery of hell fire for those who…
