I was raised a Christian and for most of my life I believed in and loved Jesus.
One day, in my thirties, I decided that I wanted to draw a comic book showing how awesome Jesus was. I had always read FROM the Bible, but I had not really read through the Gospels, straight through, in one or two sittings.
So, one evening, I started Matthew, finished it a couple nights later, and was completely depressed that Jesus was NOT looking like a good guy. I thought, "Okay, that's just the first book, I guess Jesus comes off more as the Savior in Mark."
I read Mark, and I read Luke and I was feeling even worse about Jesus than when I started. Jesus was coming off looking to me like an arrogant and ignorant con-man. BUT, I told myself that John's Gospel was probably going to make it all better.
John was the worst one, the craziest one, the one that takes Jesus down to crazy town.
So, there I was. I was done. I sat in bed the evening I finished reading John and I was like, "Holy shit...I'm not a Christian anymore...what? Maybe I can still be a Christian...nope. I don't believe."
I spent the next year having conversations in my head about believing in Jesus and not believing. Constantly. It was the strangest year for me because at that time I didn't even know what an atheist was, I thought I was the only person in the world who felt the way I felt. Then one day I decided to google "atheist" to see what those "idiots" thought...and I was like, "wait...THAT'S MEEEEEEEEE!!"
So yes, reading the Bible made me an atheist, which is why I always support giving them out to people.
One day, in my thirties, I decided that I wanted to draw a comic book showing how awesome Jesus was. I had always read FROM the Bible, but I had not really read through the Gospels, straight through, in one or two sittings.
So, one evening, I started Matthew, finished it a couple nights later, and was completely depressed that Jesus was NOT looking like a good guy. I thought, "Okay, that's just the first book, I guess Jesus comes off more as the Savior in Mark."
I read Mark, and I read Luke and I was feeling even worse about Jesus than when I started. Jesus was coming off looking to me like an arrogant and ignorant con-man. BUT, I told myself that John's Gospel was probably going to make it all better.
John was the worst one, the craziest one, the one that takes Jesus down to crazy town.
So, there I was. I was done. I sat in bed the evening I finished reading John and I was like, "Holy shit...I'm not a Christian anymore...what? Maybe I can still be a Christian...nope. I don't believe."
I spent the next year having conversations in my head about believing in Jesus and not believing. Constantly. It was the strangest year for me because at that time I didn't even know what an atheist was, I thought I was the only person in the world who felt the way I felt. Then one day I decided to google "atheist" to see what those "idiots" thought...and I was like, "wait...THAT'S MEEEEEEEEE!!"
So yes, reading the Bible made me an atheist, which is why I always support giving them out to people.