The Atheists Have It Right
Posted by dewde in Christianity on 31. May, 2009 | Comments
Here is a thing that always bugged me as an Atheist and hasn’t changed since I crossed over to the La La Land of Christian Lemmingism. I seem to remember getting a lot of crap over the notion that, as an Atheist, I believed this one life was all I had.
“Isn’t it sad or depressing [...]
An Unconscionable Addiction – Part 4
Posted by dewde in Christianity on 21. May, 2009 | Comments
The kind of compassion I’m talking about does not tug at your heart and captivate your attention. It is not the soft compassion reserved for poverty stricken orphans or leukemia patients or quadriplegics. This compassion smells like beer and hasn’t shaved in weeks. It is hard and calloused and abrasive to your sensibilities. If you don’t look for it, you will not find it.
An Unconscionable Addiction – Part 3
Posted by dewde in Christianity on 19. May, 2009 | Comments
So I prayed. I prayed leading up to your sentencing. I did my best to show you grace on the site. I asked God to give you justice and mercy, and I specifically remember praying that God would ignore any notions I had about how much justice and how much mercy because I was a stupid, broken man with very little qualification to make such a decision.
An Unconscionable Addiction – Part 2
Posted by dewde in Christianity on 18. May, 2009 | Comments
Immediately after I dropped Part 1, I realized that I had screwed up. The things I shared, while true, were directed at another person and I had never given that person the common courtesy of telling him those things directly. So I wrote him a letter. Then I sat on it for 2 weeks. I re-read it saturday with fresh eyes and I made some corrections and put it in an envelope. By “corrections” I mean I removed a butt load of fluff, sugar-coating, and word-smithing that were an attempt to make myself sound less like a tool and more like a wise, concerned friend.
How My Brain Was Washed By Christians
Posted by dewde in Christianity on 07. Dec, 2008 | Comments
Eventually this turmoil, and the pushy people, wore me down. So I did it. I guess you could call it a prayer. I was alone in my room and I had a conversation with “God”. I told Him that I did not believe He existed and that this was His chance to prove to me, once and for all, that He did.
