Editor’s Note: This is probably the most controversial topic I have touched on in my writing here on The Hall. I reread it days after writing and found that it is 100% Greg Dragon in terms of being blunt, offensive and harsh. I did not and will not be changing what I have written to make it palatable because it is honest, and I feel that me being less than honest is a disservice to both you my readers and myself the bleeding heart. This is an entry into the mind of someone who is extremely bitter with religion in general and I hope you take something away from it other than a wont to argue with me. Thanks as always for allowing me to express myself, it is a freedom I don’t take for granted. – G.Dragon
To be honest I never had it, like many other children I was raised into my parent’s religion. For me it was Christianity and I dreaded Sundays, it was boring, formal and extremely lengthy. Church to a child involved adults dressing in a way that they didn’t dress the other days of the week, a rich man at the pulpit putting people down and annoying brats in Sunday school.
I used to hide, pretend I was sick or whatever I could to not attend but my mother made sure I went. I would take my seat next to her and put my face between my legs, close my eyes and try to be somewhere else mentally. As you can see, even when I was impressionable the church thing was not for me.
How Christians and their preachers discredit their organization
When I was an older teenager my mother married a man who knew the Bible inside and out. He wielded it like a weapon making it read the way he wished it to read. He told me my sketches of Conan The Barbarian, Thulsa Doom and Red Sonja was satanic, he dominated the television with Jack Van Impe and bragged about the amount of crowns he was owed in heaven. This man was the epitome of the brow-beating Christian, a former womanizer who prided himself on repenting and being born again. He was worthless, did nothing to aid my mother financially and was disrespectful. Through him I learnt to dislike most Christians, the daily revisions of Psalms he had me do made me curious and I read the Bible and was not pleased at what I found there.
The experience with this fanatic made me see the Bible as a tool that can be used to manipulate the ignorant that didn’t ask questions. I recalled asking my pastors what would happen to my dog after death and the obvious question of what happens to those who have never ever been exposed to Christ? The mixed answers on these along with the varying messages given at the separate churches we attended led me to believe that the lot was corrupt. My mother’s ex and the preachers I encountered that would pull up in their Mercedes Benzes and tell me whatever I wanted to hear made me question my religion.
The final straw, the day I kissed Christianity goodbye forever
What made me lose my religion was my freshman year in college. My roommate was the son of a preacher and with my history in the church I agreed to attend service with him on Sundays. I was a young college student and the product of a single parent household who could offer little more than support for me to attend the University. My finances at the time were restricted to Financial Aid and grants, both of which were horribly delayed for months by our beloved HBCU (rolls eyes). The church we attended was a clown show, people would speak in tongues, roll around on the ground and the ushers would cover them with blankets.
It was crazy but they had a good hook for a kid as broke and hungry as me – they would feed us after every service. I attended weekly, and I actually listened to the words. One day the preacher had us stand up if we were going through financial trouble at the school, myself and several other students stood up. The preacher then asked for members of the church to sponsor us and stand with us, a nice old lady stood up next to me and my heart was touched at her willingness to help me out. What happened next was my final draw with the Christian church; the preacher then passed around the offering plate and told the members to put their contributions in it. The fund would be for a bigger church in which they could better pray for our plights – his words.
As I grew older, and became more studious I took a love for history and one portion of history that I studied was military history. It led me to become even more cynical about religion when I read about the blood spilled, people enslaved and rulers established through the power of that Bible. I went back and read the Bible myself with different eyes and I began to question how many of these so-called Christians took time to read the Bible for themselves. It spoke volumes to the terms “blind faith”, “sheep” and flock”, I lost respect for the whole lot – people and organization.
The Happy Heathen
I was done with religion at 19 years of age and 15 years later I have not missed it. I find myself knowing the texts and philosophy of the Bible better than the leagues of drones that run up to tell me how fast hell will absorb me for refusing their membership. It is such a charade…. recently TIME Magazine did a survey on religion and found that the agnostics and atheists knew a whole lot more about the Bible than the true believers did, now if that doesn’t say something nothing does.
This is my personal story, and it is the reason I am a free-thinking human being that prefers his beliefs of a more pragmatic nature than stories of magic (no disrespect). If you are a religious person I hope this offers some insight into the mind of… heh whatever you want to label a person like me, let’s just say – a heathen. You should read that book you swear by once in awhile, this way when I try to argue intelligently, I am not sent away in silence by your obvious lack of knowledge.
If this comes off as a mean-spirited article, I apologize. This subject is one that I have never been able to have with someone sane so I offer it here as an entry.See some words or phrases that you don't understand? Check out The Dragon's Lexicon.