Ok, here's what's going on: My mom has scheduled for me to get taught my missionaries about God and whatnot. She says I'm Mormon and it's time for me to be baptized. But nobody in my family even attends church anymore. And the thing is, I'm not so sure what to think about God or religion and stuff anyway.
I don't know, just the thought of having a God at all sounds weird to me. Everyone looks up to one man that they've never seen or literally heard from and they all worship him. Their whole world revolves around this one person who supposedly died for everyone so they could go to "Heaven". And there's so many stories, and there's so many differen't versions. I don't understand how just because someone doesn't die in a car crash, or in Iraq, or of an illness that this "God" should get credit for it. It just doesn't make sense to me: everyone in the world came for this one guy. We all just appeared one day or all the little creatures and everybody survived 40 days and 40 nights in an arc in pairs of 2?
But I belive in the theory of evolution. I belive in science. Y'know why? Because there's proof. The whole "seeing is beliving" stuff doesn't make me think, "Why absolutely! There's is a man in the clouds watching over us at all times and we are all good people and we can all be saved!!"
We are not all good. We are all sinners. Weather we know it or not, I've never met ANYBODY who has not done one thing wrong their whole life. There are those who are bad ALOT and those who belive in the word of "Christ" and who sin very very little.
And saved from what anyway? Hell maybe? I don't quite understand the concept of Heaven and Hell. In Heaven everything is right and you finally get to meet God who you've been praying to your whole life! You all wear whitle robes and you get your wings and halo and everything is perfect. Wouldn't that make some people want to kill themselves sooner? Or is there a gate to Heaven and a list of people who can come in and who cannot? Where did that idea come form? If we're all saved then there shouldn't be rules to what's a sin and what's not; who's bad, who's not; who is let into Heaven, and who is not. That's what I mean with the differen't versions of the stories.
And what goes on in Hell? It's hot and firey and terrible! OMyG. Sometimes I would picture terrible to be like hard labor.. O.o I don't know. Maybe it's just me and my adolescent mind that can't process all of this... UGH!!
Well, it was nice to let this all out, but the hard part is deciding weather to tell my parents or not. When and where? And what would they think of me after I told them? *Demon Child!*
This sucks!! I don't know what to do. And just for the record, I didn't just decide this today.. I've been thinking about it for a few months now, but today is when I really started talking to myself because the missionaries are coming tomorrow!!
I don't know, just the thought of having a God at all sounds weird to me. Everyone looks up to one man that they've never seen or literally heard from and they all worship him. Their whole world revolves around this one person who supposedly died for everyone so they could go to "Heaven". And there's so many stories, and there's so many differen't versions. I don't understand how just because someone doesn't die in a car crash, or in Iraq, or of an illness that this "God" should get credit for it. It just doesn't make sense to me: everyone in the world came for this one guy. We all just appeared one day or all the little creatures and everybody survived 40 days and 40 nights in an arc in pairs of 2?
But I belive in the theory of evolution. I belive in science. Y'know why? Because there's proof. The whole "seeing is beliving" stuff doesn't make me think, "Why absolutely! There's is a man in the clouds watching over us at all times and we are all good people and we can all be saved!!"
We are not all good. We are all sinners. Weather we know it or not, I've never met ANYBODY who has not done one thing wrong their whole life. There are those who are bad ALOT and those who belive in the word of "Christ" and who sin very very little.
And saved from what anyway? Hell maybe? I don't quite understand the concept of Heaven and Hell. In Heaven everything is right and you finally get to meet God who you've been praying to your whole life! You all wear whitle robes and you get your wings and halo and everything is perfect. Wouldn't that make some people want to kill themselves sooner? Or is there a gate to Heaven and a list of people who can come in and who cannot? Where did that idea come form? If we're all saved then there shouldn't be rules to what's a sin and what's not; who's bad, who's not; who is let into Heaven, and who is not. That's what I mean with the differen't versions of the stories.
And what goes on in Hell? It's hot and firey and terrible! OMyG. Sometimes I would picture terrible to be like hard labor.. O.o I don't know. Maybe it's just me and my adolescent mind that can't process all of this... UGH!!
Well, it was nice to let this all out, but the hard part is deciding weather to tell my parents or not. When and where? And what would they think of me after I told them? *Demon Child!*
This sucks!! I don't know what to do. And just for the record, I didn't just decide this today.. I've been thinking about it for a few months now, but today is when I really started talking to myself because the missionaries are coming tomorrow!!
HAAALLLPP!!
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I don't like the idea that you must be a good samaritan to get into heaven, because no one's that good. Everyone slips up sometime, and you know what? No one should have to repent for that. It's human nature to mess up, but you learn from it, and then you try to do better next time.
In my opinion, God doesn't save you, you save you. You learn what's right and wrong, and you recover and learn from your mistakes. I don't really believe in God, but rather, I believe in the human being. Sure, we're rotten to the core sometimes, but we can be good people too.
As to your little predicament, if you feel comfortable with your parents to tell them something like this, then by all means, please go tell them now. But if you're afraid to tell them, you should wait a little while to break it to them. I'm not very good at giving advice, so you might want to stick gummy bears into your ears and disregard what I say.