An experiment.
I don't believe in God.
Let me rephrase that. I do believe in God. I just think that he doesn't like me much. So, as a result, I don't go to to church. I don't pray. And, when I do pray its usually something a long the lines of "Fuck you.. thanks a lot".
Now you can read scripture all day long. And, you can say to yourself when that bus is about to hit you as your walking off that curb, "Thank you, Lord.. this must have been your plan for me" instead of getting the fuck out of the way.
Or, you can say to yourself, "I'm an intelligent human being in charge of my own life". And, if that bus hits you.. it wasn't God's decision. It was because you were a fucking moron.
Faith is a powerful thing. In fact it collects billions of dollars.. maybe trillions more than the corporate heads we're hunting down during this economic failure.
I work a job and I get a paycheck. Faith just hires people to perform a sermon and people are tossing money in a basket. I don't think that is fair.
I've heard many people on Facebook go "I'm going to pray for everybody in Haiti!!". What the fuck does that do? I sent $100 to the Clinton foundation for Haiti. I bet those starving people are just nom nom nom'n on your prayers instead of the fucking sandwiches I just sent them with my $100.
"But, I don't have $100, Chris!", But, you gave $10/week to your church for the past 12 months so they could say prayers? Wow.
"But, you'll go to Hell when you die, Chris unless you have faith in our Lord Jesus Christ". So, this ever forgiving savior is going to damn me to Hell if I have issues with his policies that he can't back up? Some forgiving savior. Sounds more like a circuit court judge with an election coming up to me.
In closing... I'm not an Atheist. I believe in God. I just think he has a cruel sense of humor. And, I feel that too many people have been the butt of his jokes for far too long. I prefer to think that I am in charge of my destiny and not some superior being who shakes a Magic 8 Ball every 13 seconds to decide whether I live or die. No, I'm not going to my grave thinking "Wow... if I had only eaten more bran flakes I'd be alive today" because God thought it was my "time".
I'm gonna go out going "Good one! Did you cut my brake lines? Or was it the 13 year old down the block that I wouldn't buy Girl Scout cookies from?".
Until next time.. keep it out of your Bum.. You'll go to Hell for that.. The Catholics say so.
-Spyder