I was raised Fundamentalist Christian. I know you all know stories, but here's mine: [View all]

[Coventina]

As an example of the Insane Crazy Immature Toddler of a God they believe in:

I had left the church by the time this happened, by the way, but it certainly helped make me feel good about my decision.

My mother was dying of dementia, and an old church friend, with whom I had been VERY CLOSE, best friends all through high school, etc. calls me up to see how my mom was doing.

I described how my mom didn't recognize anyone anymore, couldn't speak, just sat with a confused look on her face, day after day.

My friend said, "Wow, you must be really sad that she's going to hell."

"What?" I said, aghast.

"Well, she doesn't know she's a Christian, so there's no way she can go to heaven."

I literally could not speak. I just sat there with the phone in my hand. My pupils probably read TILT!!!

When I could finally breathe and speak again I said, "I have to go." and I've never spoken to her since.

I remember thinking, "What kind of horrible God have you been believing in all this time?!?!?"

What a horrible way to live your life. I'm so glad I'm free of it now.