The Day I Caught Jesus Yelling At My Dog

And don’t get me started on the birth control issue. The world is practically choking on its population, yet the Church is telling people that using birth control will land them in hell. It will make Jesus mad, they say. What kind of divine plan requires increasing an overburdened population and environmental decay?

Then there’s the whole debate around abortion. I recently spoke to a Christian friend who insisted that human life begins at conception. One of those arguments falls flat when you apply even a modicum of logic. A cluster of cells is not a human life. It doesn’t think, it doesn’t feel, it doesn’t have a sense of self. To claim otherwise is not just intellectually dishonest; it’s nonsense.

Ah, but my favorite has to be the notion of being “born again.” I imagined God as this benevolent, grandfatherly figure perched on a cloud, overseeing the world with kindness and love. What a farce. If you read religious texts closely enough, you’ll find a wrathful, vengeful, and unforgiving deity. A supreme being who casts you into a fiery pit for eternity if you piss him off? What the fuck?

My friend questioned my skepticism, asking how I could believe in extraterrestrial life without seeing an alien, yet not believing in God because I couldn’t see him. The answer is simple: probability and evidence. Given the vastness of the universe, the likelihood of extraterrestrial life is not just a flight of fancy; it’s statistically probable. On the other hand, the concept of an all-powerful, judgmental deity originates from ancient texts and human imagination. Science principles support the former, the latter through tales and folklore.

It’s liberating to step back and recognize the bullshit for what it is. I’m an atheist now, and I’ve finally woken up. Gone is the cognitive dissonance, the struggle to reconcile logic with dogma, and the guilt of questioning the illogical. In its place is a newfound freedom to explore the world without the shackles of irrational belief, and let me tell you, I wouldn’t have it any other way.

And let’s not forget that even as I write this, priests are still molesting the children of the flock they vow to protect. This all while the Church continues its long-standing crusade against abortion and birth control, preaching from a moral high ground it has long since lost the right to occupy. It’s beyond idiotic—it’s a betrayal of every follower who’s ever put their trust in what is supposed to be a sanctuary of faith and community. Perpetuating these harmful ideas in the modern age is not just a failure of religious leadership; it’s an affront to human intelligence and decency. And that, my friends, is why I choose rationality over dogma, science over folklore, and freedom over blind faith.