I lost multiple friends from multiple backgrounds. None of it made sense at any point. Brown, black, white, whatever. War, work, cancer, vehicle and everything in between. Life is a gamble, I have no faith!
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The congregation was treating the pastor as if he were Christ. One morning we had a guest speaker, a local politician who was running for re-election. I got up while he was “stumping” and said out loud “This is bull$hit” and walked out.
It came slowly for me, but I remember starting to doubt when my dad died. I prayed everyday for him to come back, but of course he never did. I got shipped off to extremely religious relatives and the more I saw their beliefs, the more I started to doubt it all. I was forced to hear/read/think about God every day and all that time scrutinizing one book made me notice a lot of plot holes.
At 15, when my mother was excommunicated for marrying a Lutheran (we were Episcopalian). As if that made any sense at all.
