Honestly, it was the goodness and decency of an atheist family I knew as a child. (Atheists, as we were taught, weren't supposed to be ABLE to be good.) But it took 40 more years of incongruencies before I finally woke up.
Elementary school (Catholic) teachers unable and/or unwilling to give reasonable responses to my questions about the religion and its beliefs, practices, stories and so on. They would simply say "It's a matter of faith" or some such nonsense. That was enough for me to reject all their claims - which at the time I really wanted to believe.
1. how christians made decisions and the instructions they imposed.
2. reading the bible.
That was enough to do me in.
The church itself taught me clearly there is no gawd Joan........and reading the bible also with me.........
That pastor would then be about the same type of man that is often mentioned in the Bible and especially in the Old Pesterment. Of course, the man sometimes had to get drunk to get his own daughters pregnant.
Actually, I think the story is that Lot was talked into getting drunk by the perps themselves, who then took advantage of him. I wonder, if Lot was so drunk he would fuck his daughters, he must have been a great exception to the general rule of Shakespeare, that liquor increases desire but decreases performance. So I must ask: what, O, what drove that limber Moses into the promised land?
One thing that started me off on the way to atheism was hearing about a widowed pastor here in NZ. His extended family members justified his rape of his 4 daughters by saying that 'he needed someone to be a wife to him'. Kid you not.
I believe that, as they often put their clergy before others and ignore their transgressions.
I had a church minister who gave our religious instruction lessons in a small town in Victoria, Australia, attempt to seduce some young boys, including myself, and I mentioned it to the then principle who dismissed it as us children just creating trouble, as he hadn't done anything yet that could be reported, there was nothing that could be done about his grooming us. I knew he had a crush on me, so I got together with some of the other boys to torment him. Within a couple of months we had him so tormented that he resigned from a nervous breakdown and we had no religious instruction in that school, for the next three years that I attended it.
I still don't think that religious instruction ever returned to that school.
A win for secularism there I assume.
I have looked on their website and still haven't found such a subject mentioned in their brochures.
They leave all that nonsense to the Catholic school down the road.
Where I found porn on one of the Catholic school teacher's computer, which was quite disturbing.
Yet, it was before such things were deemed as something to report, yet, since it was not child porn, but just very disturbing activities, I was just glad I didn't still live in that town, nor sent my children to that school.
Though, the local Catholic school has long been reported by the towns people as a major source of depravity in that community.
Many of the girls get pregnant in their teens, more common than with females from the public school, as well as there were more teen suicides from those attending the Catholic school.
A good friend of mine, who attended the Catholic school, committed suicide, because she did not think her parents (staunch Catholics) would accept her pregnancy as they often severely condemned other girls who made the same mistake, while she was growing up.
Two days before she committed suicide, she approached me for help, but pulled away when my girlfriend approached. So I don't know what help she was seeking, I can only guess.
Though the guessing has haunted me ever since!
It's this exposure to Christianity and my own involvement, having become a believer at a Christian school, where I was sent for my final years in secondary schooling, before this incident, and my studies into Theology and the problems it tries to hide or lie about, that made me wiser to their stupidity and delusion.
I have many other experiences of the stupidity of activities within the Catholic church that cemented my now deep disdain for that Ridiculous Establishment.
Though when it comes to Pentecostal Christianity, I have also experiences that destroy my ability to believe in their nonsense as well.
Having actually studied their theology as well and spent some time street preaching for them, before I exposed their Lies and Deception.
I came to realize that no Christian group is honest.
All Christianity is based on lies and Faith (belief without evidence).
So I studied the history of Christianity, no genuine validity exists for it.
Nor for Islam, which is based on the same 3rd Century BCE, deception of the scribe contrived, false Judaic history in the Old Testament and Talmud plus a little bit of Christianity as well.
All these cults, protected their clergy from criticism.
I have many stories of such protection over the years.
Yet, they all tell much the same story.
Deceiving the public and moving the perpetrators to other churches with a warning, where they often continued with their depravity on new victims.
Such is the false sanctity of religion.
Yes, Caroline Aurora, you are kidding...but only in the sense that you're discussing the child victims of a depraved, delusional lunatic.
I think it was the closeted businessman who taught our Sunday school class. I reacted. My choice was to ditch class and go to a nearby drive-in restaurant for a cherry Coke. This guy was a family man, but even as an adolescent my gaydar went off and said homo. (I am not being homophobic and I am certainly not politically correct: straight (and closeted) people in those days customarily called lgbtq people "homos." If one of them also referred to African-Americans as "niggers," I would use that word in my narrative, too.) My suspicions of this guy were supported by scintillae of evidence in the form of rumors. My home town was so closeted married bisexuals made sure they had a closet built into their closet. I was bullied as a boy by only one segment of the people I had company with: the boys' choir at church. I heard plenty of "homo's" and plenty of "queer's." Faggot was not in a South Texas boy's vocabulary. I had to await California for familiary with that one. In any case, it doesn't do for a closet gay or bisexual to read Genesis with a straight face. You should pardon the expression. It was a medium-high Episcopal church. We all had both a Book of Common Prayer and a hymnal in the map case on the back of the proximate pew. We were expected to read our own bible, King James only. I had no idea the superb poetry of "Ecclesiastes" might be the only thing good about that particular version. I didn't have internet photos like the one below.
The stumbling block for me was
Galatians 5:22-23 New International Version (NIV)
"22 But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, forbearance, kindness, goodness, faithfulness,
23 gentlenesses and self-control. Against such things, there is no law."
Living in a family with values of the religious community that supported family violence, I experienced none of the "Fruits of the Spirit". The imperative to show love, joy, peace, forbearance, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control, in the face of physical and mental assaults, became intolerable.
There came a time when I said, "To hell with God, Jesus, and empty promises. I will go to hell if I am required to sacrifice myself in such a cruel way.
I like that pic so much I saved it.