My story...

[freemike]

I was raised southern baptist in the good old bible belt. My first experience with "god" was when I was 6, I don't remember much of brought it on but all I remember was running to my mother's bedroom screaming and crying that I don't want to go to hell. She called the pastor and I was "saved" the first time. Some years later around the age of 13 I was at a play and one of my friends felt the need to be saved, so I went with him and got "saved" the second time. The 3rd and last time was after a major car crash when I was 19 and my mother told me "god" was trying to get my attention and asked if I was really saved. So I got "saved" again. Now through out all the years I have asked questions to my mother like why does god demand so much from us? That answer is well he loves us so much, that he deserves it from us. So I always had been a skeptical of this god idea. Though when I was 20, I said screw god and have been atheist for the last 4 years.