As I said in my introduction, I was born and raised a catholic. To add fuel to my catholic upbringing, my mother was from Madrid, Spain. As a youngster, I would question things like, why are those priests more "holy" than us? Eventually, when I came to confirmation, I broke with the church. I did not believe that another human being could absolve my sins. This is where I started to realize the idiosyncrasies of the church.
My first book into questioning religion was Bertrand Russell's "Why I am Not a Christian". This book combined with the experience that will follow lead me to question the existence of a deity.
My mother was diagnosed with Pulmonary Fibrosis in 2009. Watching my mother suffer with this disease, which inevitably robbed her of her ability to breathe, forced my confrontation with religious ideals. It was this excruciating trial of watching my mother's suffering that lead me to question the existence of a benevolent, loving god. There is no torture that mother did nor anything that she did in her life that made her deserve this disease. Admittedly, I did try to pray for a miraculous healing, yet nothing ever eased her suffering. My mother died in 2010 after struggling with this monstrosity.
The struggle that my mother endured combined with my struggling faith, showed me that a benevolent, merciful god cannot exist.
My first book into questioning religion was Bertrand Russell's "Why I am Not a Christian". This book combined with the experience that will follow lead me to question the existence of a deity.
My mother was diagnosed with Pulmonary Fibrosis in 2009. Watching my mother suffer with this disease, which inevitably robbed her of her ability to breathe, forced my confrontation with religious ideals. It was this excruciating trial of watching my mother's suffering that lead me to question the existence of a benevolent, loving god. There is no torture that mother did nor anything that she did in her life that made her deserve this disease. Admittedly, I did try to pray for a miraculous healing, yet nothing ever eased her suffering. My mother died in 2010 after struggling with this monstrosity.
The struggle that my mother endured combined with my struggling faith, showed me that a benevolent, merciful god cannot exist.
