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All My Friends Are Christians: The Story of the Closeted Agnostic

by @nemonobody

I grew up in a home where words like "atheist" and "agnostic", if uttered, were shoved under rugs or place mats or quilt-work sentiments reading        "God Bless This Home" And so I too, would hide from those who hid from God. But then amongst the distaste and disregard of things less than God, I Became An Evangelist! Ah, yes! Because whose soul doesn't want to be saved by a thirteen year old with a clever Christian saying on his shirt that's a size too small? But not only that, no. I dragged my friends along with me. We were, in fact, a regular children's crusade. But I was a little bigot. I pushed away those who pushed away God, shocked at the thought that anyone could not believe in what now seems completely unbelievable. I even scorned the science teacher who had the audacity to introduce the evil of evolution. I was on fire. But then the Devil himself put Kurt Vonnegut on my lap. Yes, I accredit my loss of faith to a crazy science fiction writer. At least, he pushed the first domino. And my God, I was afraid. Afraid of feelings of distance Afraid of questions that never seemed to have an answer. Afraid I was losing myself. I struggled with the traditional questions, of course: Why would a benevolent God send good people to hell for not believing? Is he that insecure? If he is omnipotent, wouldn't he know what he was getting into when he created such sinful little shits? Why should we be indicted simply because we were born? How does He expect me to give Him my entire life? Fast forward about four years. I'm eating lunch with my oldest sister, a philosophy major, no less. She tells me how she experienced almost the exact same thing I did. And after an inward struggle of four years, finally I had the courage to admit my Agnosticism to myself. I simply did not know. How could I? But now I'm left to deal with my friends, and most of all my mother. I should not feel guilty for my beliefs, or lack thereof. I am an agnostic. I am a humanist. I am on fire.
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