Introduction
Good morning everyone. Hope you're all doing well. I wanted to introduce myself and share my super villain origin story (😄)
I am in my late 40s and grew up in Alabama. I grew up in foster care and groups for 99% of my childhood. These group homes forced us boys to go to church every Sunday, with the churches we attended being fundamentalist, primitive southern Baptist churches. The Satanic panic? Oh we heard that EVERY DAY.
Now, I've always been naturally skeptical, but religious indoctrination is definitely a thing, and coupled with the desire to fit in, they had a 14-year old me convinced I was "called" to be a preacher. I memorized scripture, learned every detail of the stories. I prepared my own services, complete with 2 hour sermons. There was a problem with my sermons though. They were focused on love, understanding and accepting differences, community service, empathy...you know...all the things that Christianity is *supposed* to be. They certainly let me know I had too much, and I quote, "hippie messages".
Fast forward to 2001. 9/11 happens and I immediately join the military. Years pass after multiple deployments between Iraq and Afghanistan, and I start pursuing a college degree (online obviously), with a focus on history, specifically Bronze and Iron Age History. It is during this time that I begin to see the apparent cracks in the historical accuracy of these stories. At this point, I'm trying to reconcile Christian teachings with education (and logic). For example...how were dinosaurs real if the bible is true? I had devised the story within my head that because God's time was infinitely longer than ours the 5 days that preceeded human creation could have been millions or billions of years. I was so excited. I figured out how unite my Christian upbringing with scientific and historical facts. I immediately went to the Chaplain to share. It was shot down immediately.
Fast forward to a deployment in 2012. One of my fellow soldiers left the COP we were based out out of around 4 AM and massacred almost an entire village in Afghanistan. For whatever reason, this really shook me. I essentially had a mini mental break. Every wound, every explosion, every bullet whizzing past, every dead body I had seen...all came flooding into my brain. People who both believed in the same god killing each other. Then it hit me. He's not there. Never has been. Can't be. And if he is, he's either powerless or just indifferent.
Either way, I was done wasting my time worrying. That and the complete lack of evidence for the deity of Abrahamic mythology and the character of Jesus, I checked out.
This is where I find myself today. Now completely divorced from religion and constantly pissed at the overbearing religious folks (that I used to be).
Amyway...nice to meet all of you.