I had posted this on another thread, but I think this is a better place for this.
I read one of my friend's (his name is Josh) notes on Facebook and it made me really sad. I'm not sure how to respond.
"So I’ve been thinking about writing this one for a while now. I told somebody I would write it so now I am. Today’s note isn’t a rant or a rave. There’re no laughs to be had. It’s a serious note about something I generally loathe talking about. Religion. More specifically, my own.
Up until last year or so, I considered myself to be atheist. I tried the whole Christian thing a couple years ago and it just didn’t work out for me. Now, however, I claim to be agnostic. That is to say I don’t currently believe in any sort of deity, but I’m withholding judgment until further evidence presents itself. To be honest, I don’t expect that evidence to ever appear. There are plenty of reasons why I take this stance, but the number one reason is basically because I don’t have faith. I CAN’T believe in something when there is absolutely no concrete evidence to back it up. This is a problem when a prerequisite to most religions is faith.
Another big reason is that I can’t find a god that I’d like to believe in. Actually, I take that back. I wouldn’t mind believing in the Greek pantheon, but in this day and age, it would just be silly. I’m not a huge fan of the Judeo-Christian God for two main reasons. One is that I’m not okay with the idea that someone died for my sins without any input from me. I never asked anyone to do that for me and I never would. My sins are my own. There’s a story called The Ones Who Walk Away from Omelas by William James. It’s about a paradise city where everything is pleasing. The problem is that the good fortune of the city depends on a child that must be kept miserable. When the people find out about this, some of them leave, preferring not to live in a paradise if it means an innocent must suffer. I could never be happy knowing that someone else, an innocent, had to suffer for it. Secondly, and this is a little out there, I know, if we assume God exists, we can assume He caused the great flood. The one that lasted 40 days and 40 nights. Well, if God did create this flood, it means he MURDERED a whole lot of cats (tigers, lions, cheetahs, etc.). And anybody who knows me knows how I feel about cats. If it came down to me driving and I had to hit a person or a cat, well, the person is fender ketchup. So I could never love a God that would do that, let alone believe that he is just and loving.
The last main reason I don’t believe in a higher power is that I just don’t need to. I’m perfectly content with not knowing why I’m here. I just like being here. And maybe I’m just incredibly fortunate, but I’m completely content with life. I don’t need a relationship with any god. Furthermore, I know that I couldn’t be satisfied with one in which I speak but receive no audible or visible response.
But what of hell? Some would argue that I have nothing to lose and everything to gain by having faith. That is to say, I should have faith just in case there is a hell so I can avoid it. But doesn’t that seem like a poor reason to have faith? Would it not be insulting to any god to say, “I believe in you, but only so you won’t send me to hell.â€