Laurens
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Part I
There are many reasons why I am not religious, and I am sure I could write many lengthy essays about quite a few of them. I have decided here, for the purposes of this essay, to focus upon what I would consider to be my main reason for opposing religion; the religious mindset that has a stranglehold on rational thought in the minds of many believers throughout the world - the clutches of which I am very glad to be free from. This was not always the case,however, I have not been an atheist for my entire life, I have had first hand experience of the shackles of dogmatic thinking and mental slavery, and though I have come out relatively unscathed, there are many like me who never break free, a minority of whom are driven to cause harm to their fellow human beings in the name of their chosen religion. As this essay is primarily about my personal experience and reflections upon it, I thought I would start out with a history of my flirtation with religion (and irreligion) as I grew up, before giving a detailed account of my main objection towards it.
I was brought up a Christian, my grandfather was a vicar, and my mother remains to this day a devout believer. I attended Church a few times when I was younger (by no means regularly, however), and my mother occasionally led the family in prayers and study. I cannot honestly say whether or not I believed it at that age, I think I was too young to formulate any concrete decision on the matter, but I can recall being amazed and intrigued by the many stories, both of Jesus' life and of the Old Testament. I went along with the beliefs simply because I didn't really know any better, not because I had reasoned them to be true, and I think the same could be said for all religious children.
The first time I ever really questioned God was when I was quite a lot older; around the age of 16. I was on a drunken night out with my friends at the local pub, when I bumped into my older brother, who was also rather inebriated. I can't recall exactly how we arrived at the conversation, but I can distinctly remember my brother presenting to me what is often referred to as 'the problem of evil'. If there is a God, why does he allow so much evil in the world? I remember being slightly taken aback by my brother's statement of his atheism for two reasons. Firstly I had always assumed that he was Christian, because I had assumed everyone in our family was, and secondly because I had never heard anybody make such a statement against God before (one could say I had a sheltered upbringing). I wouldn't say that I became atheist at this point, but I became more, and more apathetic towards the faith that I was brought up in as I went through the later part of my teens.
For the next few years I remained in a state of apathy. I didn't really give much thought to the matter either way. That lasted until I moved away to study at university when I was 18. I met someone there who was an atheist. On many an evening we would walk together and talk critically about religion among other things. He provided me with more and more arguments against it, and it was a that moment that I decided, for the first time that I did not believe in the Christian God.
There are many reasons why I am not religious, and I am sure I could write many lengthy essays about quite a few of them. I have decided here, for the purposes of this essay, to focus upon what I would consider to be my main reason for opposing religion; the religious mindset that has a stranglehold on rational thought in the minds of many believers throughout the world - the clutches of which I am very glad to be free from. This was not always the case,however, I have not been an atheist for my entire life, I have had first hand experience of the shackles of dogmatic thinking and mental slavery, and though I have come out relatively unscathed, there are many like me who never break free, a minority of whom are driven to cause harm to their fellow human beings in the name of their chosen religion. As this essay is primarily about my personal experience and reflections upon it, I thought I would start out with a history of my flirtation with religion (and irreligion) as I grew up, before giving a detailed account of my main objection towards it.
I was brought up a Christian, my grandfather was a vicar, and my mother remains to this day a devout believer. I attended Church a few times when I was younger (by no means regularly, however), and my mother occasionally led the family in prayers and study. I cannot honestly say whether or not I believed it at that age, I think I was too young to formulate any concrete decision on the matter, but I can recall being amazed and intrigued by the many stories, both of Jesus' life and of the Old Testament. I went along with the beliefs simply because I didn't really know any better, not because I had reasoned them to be true, and I think the same could be said for all religious children.
The first time I ever really questioned God was when I was quite a lot older; around the age of 16. I was on a drunken night out with my friends at the local pub, when I bumped into my older brother, who was also rather inebriated. I can't recall exactly how we arrived at the conversation, but I can distinctly remember my brother presenting to me what is often referred to as 'the problem of evil'. If there is a God, why does he allow so much evil in the world? I remember being slightly taken aback by my brother's statement of his atheism for two reasons. Firstly I had always assumed that he was Christian, because I had assumed everyone in our family was, and secondly because I had never heard anybody make such a statement against God before (one could say I had a sheltered upbringing). I wouldn't say that I became atheist at this point, but I became more, and more apathetic towards the faith that I was brought up in as I went through the later part of my teens.
For the next few years I remained in a state of apathy. I didn't really give much thought to the matter either way. That lasted until I moved away to study at university when I was 18. I met someone there who was an atheist. On many an evening we would walk together and talk critically about religion among other things. He provided me with more and more arguments against it, and it was a that moment that I decided, for the first time that I did not believe in the Christian God.