I’m a committed atheist. I don’t shove my beliefs down people’s throats and I expect them to have the same respect.
Few things get me so passionately angry as blind faith in religion. I mean, I don’t care what people do or don’t believe in, but when they start talking about it I get very frustrated.
I don’t like starting the argument about religion but I’m not afraid to finish it.
"Prove God doesn’t exist."
Fuck you, prove he does.
The reason I’m writing this post is because my 4 year old niece is asking about death and God lately. My dog died a few months ago and she was told that God wanted a dog to keep him company, so our pet went to live with him for a while. I also have a uncle that died before my niece was born, and all the kids in the extended family were told he wasn’t well, so God took him to heaven to make him better.
My niece is lately getting very upset that God isn’t sending back my dog or uncle. She’s asking why they’ve been kept away so long and why they can’t come back.
I’m biting my tongue every time she says its, because I think it’s so unfair that death is being so sugar coated. Its almost false hope. Theres nearly the suggestion in what she’s being told that people who die will eventually come back, because God is just making them feel better.
I’d love to explain to her about death, because I think it’s the right thing to do. It’s obviously not my place though, so I’m not going to. If she understands it at this age then it’ll be easier for her to come to terms with it when she gets older.
Sorry, just needed to get it out of my system.
Bleh.
Bye
Xxx