I used to be a Christian growing up-- I went to Church most Sundays, read the Bible, loved Jesus, prayed before I went to sleep... and then, sometime around fourth grade, I realized how ridiculous it all was.
I mean, come on, an all-powerful being exists who loves everyone who follows him, yet all this disaster happens in the world? Jesus died for our sins... but if God is such a loving, forgiving entity, and an omniscient and omnipotent one at that, couldn't he... you know... just forgive us
without having to kill his son? What was with all of these wars in God's name-- it's ok to murder for him, but not ok to be a nonbeliever but otherwise good person? Why would a truly benevolent entity care whether or not you believed in him when you otherwise did good deeds all the time? Why do we believe a book that was written thousands of years ago by men who had little to no knowledge of science whatsoever over things that have been recently tested and subject to scientific scrutiny and accepted by the scientific community at large? Doesn't it say something that religiousness is highly inversely correlated with education, particularly in he sciences? Why can't even Christians who have worshiped God their whole lives and studied the Bible throughout their existence agree on what His nature really is? Heck, how do we even know this invisible, all-powerful creator is a
he?!?!?!
Christianity just didn't make any logical sense to me, and the thought "I don't believe in God" entered my mind frequently. However, I was in 4th grade and scared, so I was kind of more agnostic at this point, and funnily enough, I'd actually pray to God to ask for His forgiveness for not believing in Him! And I was horrified that my parents might find out... they were religious, and I was sure they'd be mad, so I kept quiet for awhile.
Fast forward to ninth grade. My nonbelief in the Christian god had been pretty well cemented at that point, because there were just too many faults in the logic behind Christianity for me to think it was true at all. But my parents wanted me to attend Confirmation classes so I could officially become part of the Church. This was the last straw for me, because I had endured sitting through illogical crap every Sunday, so for the first time, I spoke up about my lack of belief. They were furious and made me attend anyway, but it's not like it did them any good-- no one there could make a sufficient case for their god's existence (and the burden of proof is on the people who make ridiculous, improbable claims), so I never went back to Christianity. I do, however, still celebrate the major Christian holidays like Christmas and Easter because it is a large part of my culture (and ironically, the rituals going with these holidays are more based on pagan rituals than Christianity itself).
As for whether there is any sort of God out there, I don't think
anyone can be 100% certain, but I think it is highly improbable to the point that it is not really worth giving any merit to the idea. I mean, given the strict set of moral codes and the specific descriptions behind the gods of any religion in existence and how different religions contradict each other, the probability that there is a god that fits any of those descriptions perfectly is akin to the probability of there being
an invisible teapot orbiting the sun, and if I believed in such a teapot, it would be ludicrous for me to ask others to do the same without any evidence to back myself up. And since any of those probabilities are so insignificant as to be negligible, I feel safe in calling myself an atheist, because while I
could be wrong.... there's not really much chance of that at all.
Also, I agree with eggbert's posts 100%. Cookie's, as well. Also, Alan... Jesus drank wine, and he was supposedly the perfect human being, so the belief that we should not drink wine does not compute. One of his "miracles" was supposedly turning water into wine, so I hardly think God would disapprove if he actually existed!!