I grew up in a Christian household

Summary

I Grew Up in a Christian Household reflects on faith, doubt, and personal awakening—poetic meditations on belief, truth, and freedom at luciditybooks.

Foreword:

I grew up in a Christian household, but I was never really into it. I believed in Jesus and all that. Still, we didn’t go to church much. We only went on Easter and when someone died. I read the Bible a few times. I liked some parts of it, like the Psalms and the Gospels. Yet, a lot of it didn’t make sense to me. It didn’t match my idea of what God should be like, or what logic and reason would tell me.

So, I started to look for other ways of understanding myself and the world around me. I left behind Jesus and Christianity and the Bible. But sometimes I still listen to what they have to say, like the prophecies and the Ashkenazi Jewish apologetic. Just for entertainment, you know.

What I’ve noticed is something worrying. Most of these Christian preachers and believers are not very honest. Ashkenazi (Jewish) rabbis who talk about these things are also not very honest. They lie to make their point, or to convince others to follow them. They don’t care about the truth; they only care about their agenda. And these are supposed to be the moral leaders, the ones who teach by example. But they teach by example that lying is okay if it serves your purpose.

I’m not just talking about the ones who scam people for money. I’m also talking about the ones who seem to really believe in what they say. The things these Christian preachers and believers and Ashkenazi (Jewish) rabbis say are so absurd. This is especially true when you know the facts and use your brain to question them. You should not just blindly believe them.

A Christian household – Conclusion:

I am fortunate that I did not have any religious doctrines or beliefs force-fed to me from childhood. This enabled me to be free to make my own decision. I can choose if I wanted to be a puff-bunny enslaved to a particular religion and faith. Alternatively, I be an unrestricted mind exploring life’s questions and wonders.

But don’t take my word for it. Listen to them yourself. Really listen. And see if they make any sense. By listening to them, I realize that these lairs of faith and belief have no clue about their identity. They are unsure of who they are. They do not have the slightest idea of what the constant of existence is. If you find peace and comfort in late bronze age and early iron age theology, that’s great for you. The thunderbolts of reality bypass you.