Religion can be quite a prison for the mind and escape can be terribly difficult. It appears that it’s even very remote and/or extremely unlikely for people to escape once they reach their later years.
If I’m honest, I still find myself angry but I’m not sure who to be angry at? I’m not angry at the pastors who served as shepherds at the churches I attended. Those with whom I came to know were sincere men who truly wanted to help people. However, they are still under the spell. And I’m still mad. Angry. Maybe a little bitter. I wasted a lot of time and money on this delusion. I’m certainly mad at myself for being so gullible, especially as a teenager when it all started, but I’m embarrassed too that I didn’t break free until my late 40’s.
Am I mad at religion in general? Perhaps. I’m angry at those who use religion as justification for hate and bigotry. I’m disgusted by those who use their faith to traumatize children into believing there’s a place called hell that they will anguish in flames for all eternity. I’m mad at those who destroy the frail human psyche with teachings that we are all worthless, wretched sinners who deserve eternal damnation. I am in pain for the children who could be receiving life-saving medical treatment but who don’t receive it because their parents and/or church family believe that doing so would be a lack of faith in God’s healing power. I am horrified that millions have died because of religious conflict, jihad, and holy wars. I am angry that scoundrels and crooks take advantage of people by giving them false hope and empty promises. One recent example is “John of god” in Australia.
I know that faith brings comfort to many people in the world. I sincerely wish it were true that we would see loved ones again after we die, and I wish it were true that we will live forever in a heavenly paradise. But I’d rather deal with reality than live in a false delusion.
What about you? Do you feel angry at religion? Or angry with certain people?