Religion

I was raised Lutheran

My father was and still is religious. When I was a kid, my whole family went on Sunday morning to our St. Paul Lutheran Church in Dolton, Illinois. I never really liked going and found the people there boring. I was never into games like name that saint or whatever activities they had for the kids there. Just not my type of people or environment. We went because my dad made us go. I think first my mom stopped going. She only wanted to be picked up at the house after church to goto the restaurant for breakfast after church. Then my sister balked at my dad and refused to go as she got older. Then it was down to the “men of the house” to go. After I got confirmed, I stopped going too. My dad threatened me and said “God will strike you down if you don’t goto church”. That threat lasted two weeks, then I thought to myself, “Fuck it, let God come and get me”. I have not been back to church in decades. I don’t miss it. Also I never read the Bible. I only know certain Bible stories from Sunday School that took place after church.

Church people

Church people and talking in a group about church topics is fucking boring and lame. My fellow class mates in Sunday school classes were all lame and boring. The ones that were teachers pets were the most lame. I feel that religion does not help anyone in any practical way in the real world. A person can pray all they want, it won’t heal, fix, or summon anything. I think that weak minded people use church as a crutch. I also think that devious people use religion to warp the minds of weaker minded people. Producing a cult like atmosphere.  I in no way want to be a part of any type of cult activity. I don’t think trying to control others is really something I want to be a part of.

Religion causes more problems

I feel that organized religions cause more problems than it does solves problems. The GOP in the US uses Evangelical “Christians”  for their votes. The wars between the Jewish and the Palestinian people. Etc… Religions are just a business.

Accepting facts

I accept the fact that one day I will die. Am I afraid? A little. Do I believe in the afterlife? I suppose in a way  I do believe there is something after this life on this Earth. I feel the positive of our energies will go on. I think that as long as you don’t treat or do anything bad to another person on this earth, then your afterlife will be ok. If you murder or rape someone then I feel that you will have to be judged after you die.  Then again, what do I know? I stopped going to church decades ago.