Bible Fight!
I stopped believing in my forefathers’ religion sometime around high school. That’s almost two decades ago. If you ask me why, I’d probably tell you that religion is the opiate of the masses or some other piece of pseudo-intellectual quackery. Of course, that’s bullshit. I can name a few things good about having a religion: it gives hope, solace, and a moral code to people who would otherwise be lost in a really big universe. Moroever, the Bible is a great read. The truth is I lost my religion because I started thinking for myself. That’s when everything unraveled. Religion, Jesus, the Bible, superstition– the whole series of domino tiles tumbled down into the black hole of my spiritual blender. What I’m now left with is a sneaking suspicion that there is an Intelligent Designer who doesn’t care whether I wipe my ass with pages of the Old Testament or enshrine them in a tomb of gold. Either all paths lead to God or they lead to eternal oblivion. Works for me whichever way.
