This has been an eventful week. This past Sunday I called my dad and finally told him outright that I don’t believe in the religion he raised me in. I told him I don’t believe in God or any of it any more. He basically told me that he was sorry to hear it, but that he still loves me. Gotta love him!
A few days ago Ryan Bell over at Life After God asked people to post messages on their social media using #IWantBelieversToKnow. So I did. I posted “#IWantBelieversToKnow that the more I studied and prayed about god, and the more I asked him to reveal himself to me, the more questions I had that religious folks couldn’t answer. I seriously tried… For years.” Now I’m knee deep in a FB conversation between a whole lot of people on both sides of the fence. It’s very interesting, and no one is being rude.
So yeah. I’m completely out now. I am an open atheist. Hopefully my openness will make it easier for someone else to be open about their lack of belief.
Today was our first day back after Christmas break. We had faculty meetings scheduled for the entire day. Sadly, over the break, one of our students was tragically killed in a home invasion.
To start the faculty meeting, our principal spoke to the tragedy and said that she knows prayer makes a difference. She asked everyone to join hands and asked one of the teachers to pray.
I stayed in my seat. I also noticed that a couple of our staff members who are Jehovah’s Witnesses stayed seated as well. A couple of teachers around me offered me a hand to hold, but I politely declined. They all moved over away from me toward the circle of hand holding. One of the teachers turned around and motioned with her head for me to join the circle, and I smiled and shook my head.
After more than 15 minutes of preaching, several prayers, and some possible tongue talking, they all made their ways back to their seats.
At the first break the teacher who motioned me to join the group came over and asked why I didn’t join the prayer: “Don’t you believe in god?” I smiled and answered that I didn’t. A couple of other teachers nearby overheard and said they thought I went to (my former) church. I said that I used to, but not anymore. They seemed like they thought I was joking with them. But I reassured them that no, I do not believe in god. There was a little more discussion about why, but I only had a few minutes before the meeting started back up, so I couldn’t really get into it. I did say that after studying the scripture more closely I realized what a horrible god the god of the Bible is. I told them that for him to be worthy of my worship he would have to be as good as I am. And since I’ve never killed, ordered genocide, or ordered the rape of little girls that I must be better than god. “It’s in the Bible”, I told them. Hopefully it will pique their interest and they’ll get in a little study time.
Word was spread to one or two others who informed me that they would be praying for me. Thanks? Is that supposed to make me feel better?
Either way, there were a few funny looks and a bit of denial, but nothing bad happened as a result. Hopefully it will all stay well in the future.