Oh, I don't know why you're not there
I give you my love, but you don't care
So what is right and what is wrong
Gimme a sign
Those are the lyrics to one of the most memorable songs from the 90's, from the SNL-inspired comedy "Night at the Roxbury". It's Haddaway's "What is Love?". When I first heard it, I thought it was about a guy who cannot get a girl to fall in love with him, no matter what he does. But, in the last few weeks, this song has become much more to me. In a way, it's become an anthem for my departure from the faith.
The story of my faith starts out like everyone else's story. I was born and raised in the Roman Catholic Church From Birth. Dragged To church, but eventually "became a believer". Was "Confirmed" in the church and currently a senior in a Catholic High School. You get the picture.
In elementary school, I was what you would call "a retard". This was before Asperger's syndrome was publicly known. I stabbed myself with pencils and safety scissors on a daily basis. I cried nearly everyday for some stupid reason. Most of all, I wanted to die because I was tired of being made fun of and of all the dirty looks. The thing was that was when my belief in Christianity was at my strongest at that time. I always participated in church, had strong beliefs in the Bible and Ten Commandments. I also had strong respect for anyone who was a priest. But still, my depression was influential in my "prayer life". I remember once praying for God to kill me. I just remember myself saying, "Dear God, please kill me. I don't care anymore. I just wanna die." (A little freaky for a kid in 4th grade!)
My views on Christianity changed little by little. In 6th grade, I began to find the church (mainly Christianity) a milder form of crowd control. I remember noticing that everyone did what the church said, and didn't question what they stated. Although I began thinking like this, I still strongly believed in the church, including God and Jesus. Things would change, though, in my High School years.
During my early high school years (freshman/sophomore), my life would take a drastic turn for the worst. During this time, was at a time when I was going through with some life-changing personal issues, including a diagnosis with Asperger's Syndrome. During this time, I fell into and out of depression. I experienced numberous periods of being suicidal, and was even 51/50'd (in a way).
My views, though, drastically changed, though, Junior year. In Junior religion, the main priority was to learn more about the history of the church and the sacraments (remember those?). As I we were learning about this (mainly the sacraments), I began to realize that church was nothing more than just applied psychiatry. Reading the textbook, it went on about how the sacraments have ceremonies for the sake of being tangible, and that the sacraments bring the community together.
What really broke the camel's back was an "altar calling". I remember that all the religion classes has to do this "Vocation Day" where priests and religious people come in and tell us that we should become priests and give up everything for Jesus and all that "loving stuff". The person that came and talked to us was some young guy who was in the seminary. He was "kinda cute" (some of the girls went a little goo-goo-gaa-gaa over him). He first went off by saying that God's will was like a cell phone, and that we can receive God's calling at anywhere and at anytime. He then went on about how he decided to follow the "calling". He first started by basically "trying to connect to us" by telling his life story. He went to a catholic high school, had a girlfriend, liked computers, basically was the average teenager.
He then went on saying that his life changed when he volunteered to do this vounteer day for the church. The story he told could possibly be the next Hollywood/Christian preach movie. He went on saying that he was helping something and came in during mass. He saw the cross at the front of the church and he instantly "had a change of heart". He then went on, in dramatic fashion, to fall, knees first on the floor, and would start crying. What would follow conversation wise, would basically be my classmates asking this guy stupid questions on about what do they do in their free time, and the ever-so-popular "what ifs"
After the period ended, I went up to him to say thank you for talking to us. (I felt bad because my classmates were, in a way, mocking him) As I shook his hand, he asked me if I wanted to be a priest. I meant to say no, but because I was in a rush, I said "I don't know". He then went on to say that he was going to pray for me. At that exact moment, my stomach dropped and began to ache, and not in a good way. It was in the "Something doesn't feel right about this." feeling I get.
This got me thinking about something. What makes people truly happy? I know money, wealthy possessions, and lust don't make them happy. I also know (thanks to Britney Spears) that alcoholism and other addictions don't make people happy. What I have discovered is one simple thing.
Religion does not make people happy. People make people happy.
People go to religion hoping to find acceptance by others who promise to accept them no matter what they've done in hopes of finding happiness. The truth is that religion alludes to happiness, but you can never truly be happy. From what I've seen with the world, I am more happy when I am socializing with people rather than reading some history book.
I also could remember that the times that I was the happiest was when I was surrounded by people. Not prasing an invisible man who wants to smite us if we don't do exactly as we say.
I was a little hesitant on my thoughts, though, namely because I am surrounded by Christians. This caused an uneasiness in my stomach which went into the summer months. As this was happening, George Carlin had died. This launched a media frenzy and HBO began showing Carlin's specials like crazy. I was bored to hell, so I decided to watch them.
I'm not sure which one I watched, but he began to rip on religion and started saying how religion was a load of crap. I was intrigued and began getting hooked and laughing out loud. It was at this moment that I realized it was ok to think differently, even when everyone in the room will be against your decision and you can be successful. It was that moment that I officially denounced my faith.
I have decided, through getting called "ignorant" in chat rooms and forums, being spat upon by everyone, and some internet research, that I believe in deism. I do believe that there is someone/something that created us, I just have no clue on who created us. Will my beliefs change? Possibly. Will I return to Christianity? Hopefully, the answer is, and will always be, no.
I just want to make two random comments about "revealed religion" that I couldn't fit into the main body of this that I want to address.
1) It's funny that religion can question what I believe, but when I question something about religion, I get told to shut up and believe.
2) I want to say that although religion is applied psychiatry, all religions teach love and tolerance. Sadly, some jackass hijacks religion with fear -- all in the name of God.
As I conclude this piece, I just want to say that I am scared to admit it to everyone around me. Just about everyone that I know is Christian is some aspect and with most of them being the "go to church every Sunday and I love everybody" type, I worry that they'll reject me and basically turn their backs. Then again, if Christians are so tolerant of other faiths, then they should tolerate me.
I remember a few days after I denounced my faith, while my iPod was put into shuffle, the song "What Is Love?" by Haddaway came up. As I listened to it, I realized another possible meaning of the song. It's about "God", and that no matter what this guy does and how he praises him, "God" ignores him 100%.
As I realized then on, I was on the right path.
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