Questioning My Religion

[Heir Apparent]

Good luck finding your kitty. I know I'd be downright depressed if any of my four cats took off.

But, like others said, chalk it up to a coincidence. There is traceable evidence from hundreds of thousands of years back for a reason, and I'll give you a hint: no god sprinkled them around for shits 'n giggles.

But anyway, I'm glad you're questioning your beliefs and I hope you enjoy it here. And if it's any consolation, I've made little bets with god like you did. I even dared him to kill me once. And although he DID give me Crohn's disease like a prick, I still don't believe in him

[max-greece]

Hey, I'm brand new to this forum, and I specifically signed up to talk about my recent religious experiences.

I was born into a Catholic family, but in about 4th grade, I told my parents I was done with doing "CCD" I stopped doing that, and in about middle school i was "agnostic" then that quickly progressed to being "atheist' It never made sense to me.

If there's fossil evidence of humans being on Earth for a few hundred thousand years, and creatures being on earth for well over a few hundred million years, just the story of jesus christ being only 2,000 years ago never made sense to me. There's many more reasons I doubt Christianity, and religion in general, but I wont get into that.



Last week, as I remember, I was laying in bed, doubting the existence of god. and I said to myself in my head "if there was a god, he'd show me a sign he's real, he would be able to prove his existence to me. If theres a god, do something drastic in my life, change something drastic." At the moment I was laying in bed with my cat and was thinking somewhat along the lines of "Hopefully my cat will be okay" or maybe "Take my cat or something prove it" then I backtracked and was like "wait just do anything but the cat, do something good in my life"

Days later..... Sprite, my beautiful siamese cat, who was 10 young years of age, and happier than hes ever been in his life..... Is gone.

My best friend, is gone.

I'm so god damn perplexed. Did a "god" actually hear me and to spite me my cat is lost? or stolen?


It's really puzzling me, and now I've been depressed since.

What would you do if you were in my shoes? I'm struggling to even get on with my life. I really really miss my cat, he was truly my bud.

Now I'm questioning my faith... Is there really a god? Could he have seriously spited me? Or is this just an unlucky turn of events?

It wasn't God that heard you - it was the cat. They're telepathic you know - and as soon as it head you were prepared to trade it in for faith it took to the hills.

[Neo-Scholastic]

Its a sign, but not from god. Look elsewhere.

[Cyberman]

Like others before me, I too hope your friend comes home soon, safe and well.

I can see how you would think that you were somehow the cause of his disappearance, but trust me you weren't. Whatever was going through your mind prior to his taking off had nothing to do with it.

But let's go with the idea for a moment, just to get a little perspective. If you were a god and one of your flock was wavering in his faith, would kidnapping his cat (catnapping?) truly be the most convincing demonstration of your existence, your power and your fitness for worship? Would you say "Right, I know how to make this guy love me again - I'll take away the thing most precious to him!" You only have to watch Fatal Attraction to see how well that works out.

[Minimalist]

It's biblical. Fucking yahweh was always killing someone because somebody else fucked up. Real scumbag that yhwh.

15 So the Lord [g]sent a pestilence upon Israel from the morning until the appointed time, and seventy thousand men of the people from Dan to Beersheba died.

2 Sam 24

And that was to punish "David" for screwing up a census.

[udunson]

Thanks for the thoughtful comments guys. I'm still very depressed, and I'm still not convinced this was a sign of god. I've had this cat since I was in elementary school (college now) and he's been a big part of my life. I know for a fact that he didnt just run away. The past year of his life, has probably been the best one, he's generally such a happy cat, and doesn't like staying outside too long (we let him outside to go to the bathroom and wander around but he always has found his way back)

I just really hope that he's okay, and not dead T_T

Now I just need to find a way to forget about him and move on with my life. It's so hard though. I'll be distracted by something else, or doing something else, but the moment im stuck inside my head, I'm missing him. Every day, whenever, at any moment in the day, when I get home, I'm immediately in a horrendous state of depression. Usually hes there to great me, but no more.

[Fruity]

That's awful.

I have no words. Just sorry and wish I could help.

[freedomfromforum]

Hey, I'm brand new to this forum, and I specifically signed up to talk about my recent religious experiences.

I was born into a Catholic family, but in about 4th grade, I told my parents I was done with doing "CCD" I stopped doing that, and in about middle school i was "agnostic" then that quickly progressed to being "atheist' It never made sense to me.

If there's fossil evidence of humans being on Earth for a few hundred thousand years, and creatures being on earth for well over a few hundred million years, just the story of jesus christ being only 2,000 years ago never made sense to me. There's many more reasons I doubt Christianity, and religion in general, but I wont get into that.



Last week, as I remember, I was laying in bed, doubting the existence of god. and I said to myself in my head "if there was a god, he'd show me a sign he's real, he would be able to prove his existence to me. If theres a god, do something drastic in my life, change something drastic." At the moment I was laying in bed with my cat and was thinking somewhat along the lines of "Hopefully my cat will be okay" or maybe "Take my cat or something prove it" then I backtracked and was like "wait just do anything but the cat, do something good in my life"

Days later..... Sprite, my beautiful siamese cat, who was 10 young years of age, and happier than hes ever been in his life..... Is gone.

My best friend, is gone.

I'm so god damn perplexed. Did a "god" actually hear me and to spite me my cat is lost? or stolen?


It's really puzzling me, and now I've been depressed since.

What would you do if you were in my shoes? I'm struggling to even get on with my life. I really really miss my cat, he was truly my bud.

Now I'm questioning my faith... Is there really a god? Could he have seriously spited me? Or is this just an unlucky turn of events?

If you'd had no concept of "god",
and your cat still disappeared, you
would not be asking these questions.
"god" is therefore responsible for
your current state of fear and doubt.
The loss is the loss, I'm sorry. But
if not for your thoughts of a "god",
you'd be morning only the loss of
a friend, and not your sanity as well.


fff

---

Its a sign, but not from god. Look elsewhere.

Like into the odds of probability. Silly Chad

[Searching4truth]

I've never had food poisoning and haven't had the flu in years. The day that I renounced my Christianity, I got food poisoning. My thought process was linear with yours- "is god punishing me?" That's when I realized how indoctrinated I was. There were ex-christians and non believers all around me that were getting along just fine through life... most better than myself. We as humans try to correlate ideas with experience, ie: objects in the clouds or blessings/ curses from god or the devil or what-not. Freak occurrences and coincidences happen all the time. I wouldn't put much stock into it. Even if he exists, he's not going to take your cat to make a point. What kind of god would that be? People that never should have children, have them and expose them to all kinds of things that they should not whereas really good hearted people can never conceive. Then there's Abraham's wife Sarah who conceived at a very old age to throw that in people's faces to instill meaningless hope. There's no intelligent design in that and there's no intelligent being 'proving' himself with your situation.
Sorry about your cat. I hope you find Sprite

[Doubting Thomas]

Last week, as I remember, I was laying in bed, doubting the existence of god.

When I was a dyslexic, atheist insomniac, I used to lay awake at night doubting the existence of dog.