From: email@example.com (mathew)
Subject: Re: Being Afraid of Death
Summary: Religious Vomit
Date: 4 Mar 91 00:42:00 GMT
In <12866@helios.TAMU.EDU>, STEIN, ERIC WAYNE writes:
> I was an atheist for many years. In fact I actually prided myself on
> this point. However Jesus touched my life. All I did one day was say
> "God if you are really there all you have to do is show me and I will
> serve me, just let me know who who are". Now I didn't hear any voices
> but mircales did happen. I ended up losing my entire family and through
> it all went through some tough times.
Someone (I can't remember who) said that brainwashing people to look forward
to death is one of the most repulsive things religions do. I consider the
above quoted paragraph to illustrate one of the others.
I remember back at school we were sitting in assembly -- it being an English
school, we had formal religious assembly. One of the teachers, a devout
Christian, told us a story about a young girl who had prayed to God for some
sign of his existence. She was beginning to lose faith, when one day she
was involved in a horrific accident and lost the use of her legs.
We were told that she soon realised that God had decided to test her faith;
that He had deliberately crippled her and put her in a wheelchair for the
rest of her life as a test of her devotion to him. And that she was *glad*.
I sat there quietly, and I thought to myself "This is sick."
It's not a game, it's not a joke. It isn't just harmless reassurance or
philosophical naivety. It's a cruel, sick exploitation of the weaknesses
of the human spirit. It is literally horrific.
It was on that day that I finally decided that Christianity was morally
repugnant, and vowed to have nothing more to do with it. I refused to take
part in the prayers or hymn-singing; from then onwards, when the others
bent forward to pray I stood up straight. I didn't even give them the dignity
of appearing to conform. I stood silent during hymns and carol services.
It was a very important moment for me; I thank you for reminding me of it.
> Don't fear death any longer. Ask God to show you who He really is.
I don't fear death. Try to get that through your thick skull.
And I know who God really is. The God you try to persuade others to worship
is a complete bastard, a twisted malignant cancer of the human mind.
Go ahead; try to rationalize it away. Tell yourself that God'll make it all
up to you once you get to Heaven. It might convince *you*, but I'm not going
to excuse him on that basis.