My mother was raised Catholic, as was her entire family. We never went to church but maybe 3 times aside from funerals and weddings. I’ve read the Bible, not cover to cover of course, but I got the jist and I have done quite a bit of research.
I don’t understand why people are raped, or why there is disease and famine. I don’t understand why God would put us through figurative Hell and then ask us to repent the things that we felt we had to do to survive in order to spend eternity with Him. I don’t understand why He created us just to watch us fail over and over again trying to get to Heaven. I don’t understand why He would create us with mutations and disfigurements and mental issues in order to fight harder in life and I don’t understand why He would place us in impossible situations.
I don’t understand why humans feel the need to explain His actions when they have no understanding of Him. I don’t understand why He lets simple beings interpret His words or why He would let a simple human write His words. If he truly had a message for me, why wouldn’t he tell me himself?
I don’t understand why we as a society need a higher power to guide us through life and why we need someone to tell us how to live that life. I don’t understand why people feel the need to justify some words in a book and call it God’s Law or why those same people need to chastise me for living outside those supposed Laws.
I don’t understand God or the things He supposedly does or the people who take it upon themselves to enforce Him upon others. I don’t understand and I don’t want or need to be taught or lectured by blood and flesh who think they know.
I don’t believe in God and I don’t want to.