Ok... this is a rant. A sort of story, if you please. I'm getting really tired of Christians coming up to me and asking me if I've been saved, or mistaking my faith for that of Atheism. I just don't understand what happened to the words of the bible... "Love the neighbor." Does it not say that? But then again, it turns right around and tells those who believe in God to go out and save as many heathens as they can. To me, Christianity is almost exactly like politics. A bunch of hypocrisy and, when the preacher is asked to make sense of the stories, all he can do is sputter and say "Because it says so here, in the Holy Bible." I'll be the first one to call bullshit.

So, if you don't think you'll be offended from my point of view, go right ahead and read. If you're a sensitive Christian, easily offended, I suggest you hit the back button now. I don't want to lose friends over this, and I'm not posting this for anyone. Like I said in the very first sentence. This is a RANT. This, while it IS aimed at Christians and Christianity as a whole, is not aimed at anyone in particular.

That said, happy reading.



If you Christians think I really care about your God, you can go fuck yourself. I've been "saved" and baptized, but I should have waited longer for both. As soon as I was baptized, I started questioning the "divine" word of the bible. How? How did Jesus turn water into wine? How did he heal the blind? How did God create the Earth? There has to be more than "He just did." Yet no one could or would explain these things to me. Eventually, people got to the point where they just tried to tell me "That's just the way it is." They couldn't explain and began to wonder what this devil-child was doing in their church as soon as the word "Why" escaped my mouth.

So I left the church. I was in a bookstore with my boyfriend-at-the-time, perusing the bibles when a particular group of books caught my eye. At the time, I believed in no God and no afterlife. I was Atheist. These books were filled with knowledge I had no idea could exist. Information and detail ways to express my gratitude and love and humbly ask for the same things Christians would ask their God for. However, the way these Pagans and Wiccans asked their gods for health, protection, and help was very different from the way that I had learned to do it in church.

To many Christians, the way to pray to God would be on your knees, hands folded and head bowed. To Wiccans and Pagans, offerings of fruit, flowers, leaves, nuts, grasses, water, incense... These people believe that the way to reach their god is not through silent prayer, but through offerings and praises to the gods they were requesting the aid of.

This particular way of prayer made so much more sense to me. Offer someone something, and they usually help you, right? Well, it seemed to work. Besides, the act of the ritual itself was very relaxing. I had less stress in my life, and I could easily maintain my idea that the earth was formed according to the "big bang theory."

While I have never been physically attacked for my religious preference, I almost was once. In a public place. By a... Christian. Were I by myself, I probably would have been sent to the hospital BY A CHRISTIAN for believing in what makes sense to me.

Since that time, I have, mostly, gone underground. I don't wave the pride I have for being who I am and believing what I believe so loudly anymore.

If your idea of a good person is one who must believe in the Christian god, then you are sorely mistaken. What ever happened to the woman who brutally murdered her two children because God told her to do it? What of all the countless murderers, rapists, drug lords, and abusive people who claim to be Christian sitting in a jail cell rotting or running to keep what little freedom they have left? Are they good Christians?

I'm sorry, but I would much rather believe in something other than hypocrisy.