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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 commit the unforgivable sin of same-sex love or choose to live as the gender that matches the spirit.
Christianity is kind of a joke, and that’s why it’s so gratifying to mock the audacity of its authority.
You have the damning hypocrisy of the Catholic Church, with all its wealth on earth, subbing as an in-house brothel — producing the broken limbs of countless victims that God somehow failed to reach — despite being home at the time of the incidents.
You have the celebrated evangelicals who cowardly rely on bible verses and the epitome of their evilness, as the pompous sheath that gives them falsehoods of how God loves them for being what they don’t even understand because their hatred blinds them to whatever makes sense.
So, I have gathered the hits that hit exactly where it hurts for those who hate my affinity to make Christianity sound as whack as it really is.
I’m not a hater. I’m just an individual who isn’t chained to a way of thinking that limits my view, or makes me feel holier than thou, or directs me to callously judge and demean those who defy the rhetoric that orders them to smother their instincts.
I’m also exploring my own version of a religion that comforts the soul with spoonfuls of Buddhism and repurposed versions of deities that fit in nicely with my earnest motives.
I’m a work in progress, but at least I’m heading to a better place.
In the meantime, here are the reasons why mockery is the best form of therapy: