cosifantutti
Student
- Aug 27, 2023
- 184
When I was 36 I went back to church after years of agnosticism.
I always struggled to believe but never gave up. Even through terrible times I'd stick with it.
Earlier this year I went through six really bad months. It was as I was coming out of it that I started to really question god's existence.
I finally feel I've suffered enough. I look at my own situation and ask myself why a loving God would put me through so much.
I think of my friend J who took his life. Such a lovely guy.
I think of all the wars, starvation, natural disasters in the world.
God allows all this!
Yet people will say he helped them to pass their driving test/ to get the job/ to meet somebody.
We're supposed to trust God. To believe that everything that happens is for a reason. I'm supposed to thank God because I've got a home/it's a sunny day/someone was really kind.
I constantly tried to be brave in my suffering and although I was told God loved me I knew he'd love me more if I accepted my lot.
So I now very much doubt there's a God. I actually feel a bit better about it. He's no longer policing my thoughts, urging me to try harder. I no longer have to live up to his standards.
I'm getting a hint of being my own person. I'd stopped trying to please the world years ago but I realise I'd exchanged that for pleasing God and he's a hard taskmaster.
I'm just thinking out loud.
I always struggled to believe but never gave up. Even through terrible times I'd stick with it.
Earlier this year I went through six really bad months. It was as I was coming out of it that I started to really question god's existence.
I finally feel I've suffered enough. I look at my own situation and ask myself why a loving God would put me through so much.
I think of my friend J who took his life. Such a lovely guy.
I think of all the wars, starvation, natural disasters in the world.
God allows all this!
Yet people will say he helped them to pass their driving test/ to get the job/ to meet somebody.
We're supposed to trust God. To believe that everything that happens is for a reason. I'm supposed to thank God because I've got a home/it's a sunny day/someone was really kind.
I constantly tried to be brave in my suffering and although I was told God loved me I knew he'd love me more if I accepted my lot.
So I now very much doubt there's a God. I actually feel a bit better about it. He's no longer policing my thoughts, urging me to try harder. I no longer have to live up to his standards.
I'm getting a hint of being my own person. I'd stopped trying to please the world years ago but I realise I'd exchanged that for pleasing God and he's a hard taskmaster.
I'm just thinking out loud.