I'm totally fine if this gets deleted since it does relate to the topic of religion, my intention is not to be obtuse, just to vent at my current hopeless predicament.
I was born
IN A SMALL VILLAGE into a religious family, but both parents "took a side" meaning that one was one denomination, and one was another. To make matters interesting, they had bad experiences with churches, i visited several as a kid but was taken out when they started speaking in tongues, as one example, and in another literally this
https://youtube.com/watch?v=Z58HnORpb2E [Play] along with other churches attempting to get my father to do "bro hang outs" at the local strip club or to literally join a masonic lodge.
I have several distinct memories about churches, one of which was me trying hard to stay awake without remembering jack shit, another one was me getting kicked out of bible class and forced to stay outside after asking too many questions "how can moses keep 2 animals and regrow hundreds more, since animals eat eachother how could they stay friendly enought throughout the entire trip in the ark without killing eachother" that type of thing, i wasn't a prick, just curious
Got frustrated that everyone else ate the little jesus cookies and drink grapejuice because i was "too young" even though it was allegedly so important and jesus was supposed to enter you or some nonsense, i literally wanted to burst out crying lol. There was this one church where you got a fuck ton of free mintos every time you left lmao and i literally only remember that. Another time i spent the entire time playing with toys i think. Either way that was pretty much it, no more church, instead it was just veggie tales. I was told that praying to god was important and god would listen to you, give you things you prayed for and even protect you (whatever the hell that meant) I wasn't told of evil spirits, demons, hell and so on. I eventually stopped praying for one reason or another, i guess i was praying for stupid shit like "please god make my penis bigger" or like "please god give me an imaginary friend" and the like, but i got bored and stopped.
I used to have these mindgames about what god was, who he looked like, and why he did what he did. I imagined he looked like some type of abstract being, like a lovecraftian horror composed of shapes and colors, but invisible, somewhere in outerspace, i thought he controled people like how i controled my toys, made them move and talk, after i had that exact thought, no joke that was it for me, i stopped really even caring about god to much.
When i turned 16, i was given a bible for the first time, to make things better i was given scholarly bible, several bible versions all intertwined for "scholarly research", strongs concordance, an audiobook version of the bible called "the message" and other stuff. My father was training to be a theologian. Bought "a dictionary of angels" at a yardsale too.
I think my mistake here was i read too many comic books. The thing is, you learn about things like "retcons", "canon", "continuity", and so on. Part of the question i had early on was "why are there so many bible versions" and the answer i got was "The bible is the holy word of god, written by divine men, but people wanted it to fit their own worldview, so they edited the original to fit their reality, instead of staying in gods reality, but don't worry, it's actually just the same thing but with a diffrent flavor, it justs means you have people like catholics who do rituals, of evangelicals, who preach, but they are all godly men nevertheless" My mom asked me once my feelings on the bible, that she wouldn't yell at me, or get mad or whatever and that i could speak freely. I told her that, "if i saw an actual angel, then maybe i would believe more, i don't know what's real bit maybe some day i'd figure out."
Needless to say it all went downhill from there, if it didn't already.
I'll post part two in a moment. I was thinking this belonged in the "don't care" thread, but i think it fits here nicely.