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My intellect tells me that around age 12 or 13, which I’m only assuming is the correct age because of the development and maturity of my thoughts, I started to question the validity of a “God” more precisely “Jesus Christ” and the Christian religion. My intuition has been telling me for years that I was a mere 10 years old. As a child I was certain I would remember the exact ages certain occurrences occurred, needless to say I am very grateful that I decided somewhere along the line to document these things. This blog is a testament to me feeling as though we never forget the most introspective things. However, I vividly remember having this very short and very curt conversation with my mother.

I remember the very distinct and exact moment I decided to confront my inner dialogue concerning God and religion. Growing up in a virtually religion-less household, I was pretty much on my own navigating this institution. I learned about religion, among other things, from school, other families and observation.

With that being said, religion and God first intrigued me, second, scared the fucking shit out of me and thirdly, confused me. Confused me so much that, as its ultimate purpose intends, consumed so very much of my thoughts and behavior. It altered my creativity because I was afraid to think, say and believe certain things. For a long time I neither accepted or rejected religion completely. I may have been too afraid to do either. So back to this vivid memory:

I remember riding in the passenger seat of my mother’s vehicle driving down Kemp Mill Road passing the street in which my school, Col. E. Brooke Lee Middle School, was located. I remember asking my mother “Ma.. what religion are we?!” Her rebuttal, almost verbatim, was “I don’t know. Christian I guess?!” My mother is extremely intelligent; I believe the lack of thought and effort she put into answering this question further confused me.

I remember at that very moment I refused religion. I didn’t accept that answer. I said to myself “no i’m not. I don’t even know what it means or how to be a Christian.” Because I didn’t quite understand religion and it left a sour taste in my mouth and the number one person I looked to for guidance treated it so nonchalantly, I felt emboldened to discredit it. I didn’t feel the need to even respect it anymore, although the psychological affects had already done, fortunately reversible, its damage.

Most of my encounters and understandings of religion up to this point were negative. To me, it was basically saying you have to walk the straight and narrow OR ELSE. It was extremely judgmental and psychologically oppressive. And who the hell wants to submit to that? And furthermore, who is this white guy you are telling me I should worship?! The White Jesus image has never resonated with me. I have a lot of sentiment about religion, Christianity in particular, but it’s still developing. I will most certainly write more on this subject.

However, when I discovered atheism I couldn’t believe my eyes. I thought I was the only person in the world who was any kind of indifferent about religion and God. Like any other belief system, I didn’t and still don’t submit to atheism. If I had to try and subscribe to a notion of God, it would probably be closest to agnostic, which is to my understanding belief of not knowing or ever knowing. To me, God is a concept and religion is the story and principle that make up that concept.

My mother did have a bible in our home and she grew up Christian. She hated it though. She replaced that kind of talk with “higher power” and “the creator”. She vowed to not raise my sister and me up in the church for a number of reasons. We would recite the Psalm 23 prayer some nights, so I knew it had some kind of significance.

My father was more into bible passages than my mother, though it appeared to be in a less traditional “European” sense. He even provided me with my own bible and bookmarked some pages and highlighted passages that appear to be more of the Old Testament/Hebrew faith? Idk. It speaks on Ham and Cush and those kinds of stories. I actually grew up in a Jewish neighborhood which also tremendously influenced my thinking about religion and ethnic/race relations general.

CC: Jamaican Mother, Jewish Neighborhood

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10 thoughts on “The Moment I Rejected #Religion

  1. I like your story, and I appreciate your sharing it, but atheism is not a faith. It is the lack of belief that a god exists. What you may be thinking of is anti-theism, a subset of atheism which believes there is no god.

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    1. Hi, thanks for commenting. I wasn’t exactly sure what to call Atheism, hence the quotes around “faith”. I guess I could have put belief system. I am a little confused about your differentiating between atheism and anti-theism; i’ll be sure to do some research. Thanks again!

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      1. A way to think of it is that the “a-” prefix makes the concept binary – either on or off. It literally means “without”. So, theism being the belief that there is a god, atheism is being without that belief. Anti-theism is the antithesis of theism, so again, theism being the belief that there is a god, anti-theism is the belief that there is no god. If it illustrates the point better, it is useful to point out that Buddhists are atheists. There is no god in Buddhism.

        It is not uncommon for people to associate atheism with anti-theism; anti-theists are atheists after all, and anti-theists are the most offensive to theists, either by their actions or simply their mere existence.

        For an interesting view on faith, you may want to watch a video by Dr. Peter Boghossian (pardon the subpar sound): http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qp4WUFXvCFQ

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  2. I empathize with you…just what is Christianity? How is anyone to select the truth? what is the truth about religion and spirituality? All of these things seriously troubled me a long time ago. After many long years I have a better perspective now. If you would like to examine it I have explained what I understand about these things on my blog at:
    http://coronalongreach.wordpress.com

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  3. I can understand where you’re coming from – religion without a living relationship with God is completely dead. It’s not supposed to be all about fear and hell and rules and stifled creativity. Personally I’ve been looking into the Biblical evidence that says God wants to know and love us personally (and set our creativity free!).
    It’s on consumedbyhimblog.wordpress.com.

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