When did you first start becoming a "Non-Believer"?
June 15, 2012 at 12:56 pm
(This post was last modified: June 15, 2012 at 1:01 pm by Quoteunquot3.)
Just a question, I find these stories amongst like-minded individuals are usually pretty interesting for me.
I would say, for me, I always had doubt (even when I was 7-8 years old and was being forced to go to Church with my Grandparents). I remember watching the people and thinking they were completely out of their minds. Then, because of a lot of aggression/violence coupled with my open doubts of God and the story of Jesus, at the age of 14 my Mom decided I must have been possessed by a demon to cause these thoughts and actions. She decided to have me exorcized, after much arguing and fighting about it, I decided this was actually a good idea, maybe it would prove to my Mom that I wasn't possessed or anything of the sort, perhaps she would understand this is just who I am. Well, we went to have the demons cast out of my body, and amongst all of the shouting, crosses being put to my head and water thrown on me, I remember laughing to myself and watching them, almost feeling pity for them because of the level of fear they seemed to have. Of course, I told them it made no difference and I still felt the same, they insisted not only was I possessed, but I was possessed by no other than Satan himself, because I had not been changed. It was then I pretty much came to the understanding of my own belief and decided to start being active in research and finding like-minded individuals.
I would say, for me, I always had doubt (even when I was 7-8 years old and was being forced to go to Church with my Grandparents). I remember watching the people and thinking they were completely out of their minds. Then, because of a lot of aggression/violence coupled with my open doubts of God and the story of Jesus, at the age of 14 my Mom decided I must have been possessed by a demon to cause these thoughts and actions. She decided to have me exorcized, after much arguing and fighting about it, I decided this was actually a good idea, maybe it would prove to my Mom that I wasn't possessed or anything of the sort, perhaps she would understand this is just who I am. Well, we went to have the demons cast out of my body, and amongst all of the shouting, crosses being put to my head and water thrown on me, I remember laughing to myself and watching them, almost feeling pity for them because of the level of fear they seemed to have. Of course, I told them it made no difference and I still felt the same, they insisted not only was I possessed, but I was possessed by no other than Satan himself, because I had not been changed. It was then I pretty much came to the understanding of my own belief and decided to start being active in research and finding like-minded individuals.
