The Disillusioned Frog

Hmm... You're right. I've never  thought of it that way before. I guess I'm also furious at Zeus, Odin, Nayru, Santa, the Easter Bunny, and all the other things I don't believe in. They ruin everything. In case you can't read my sarcasm, no, I'm not mad at God. I have nothing to be mad about. I just simply don't believe anymore. However, there was a time when I was mad at God. We'll start my story about 10 years ago, with what used to be a pivotal point in my testimony: the first time I tried to deconvert, but for all the wrong reasons. It all started while I was dating my ex. We were being naughty. As in, fornicating (I used to have troubles admitting to that out of fear of being judged, but whatever). You get the idea. Mistakes were made. And then I went back to church. The band played "God of This City," and I begged God to use me. But then some small voice in the back of my head which I rationalized as God said, "repent....

It has certainly been awhile. Obviously, some things have changed. You may have already noticed, but just in case you didn't, I suppose it is time to catch up. There's something big that I needed to get off my chest. That thing was " GOD ." Yes, you read that right. I doffed God. I can only imagine how this apparent heresy may make many of you feel. Sad, mournful, perplexed, bamboozled, offended, irate. But please, before you make your judgement and close me out of your life for good, just hear me out. I know there is a stigma with people who refer to themselves as atheists, but it really only means that I lack belief in a deity. Please try not to jump to any conclusions about me. Remember, I am still the Justin you knew, only with a renewed outlook on life. Try to keep an open mind to a different perspective. Over the next few weeks, I plan on using this blog to detail the story of my deconversion, so you can understand where exactly I'm coming from. ...