Okay, well, here is the way I see it. I don't believe that a god exists. Atleast not one that thinks, maybe one that just creates, but not one that thinks. So, this leads me to see Christians in a horrible light, because they condemn people and call them evil, when in reality, they are benevolent humans. It leads me to think that their religion has blinded the human side of them. They worry too much about others and not themselves. I say leave those benevolent humans alone, because in your belief they shall be punished when they die. There is no reason for you to condemn them on earth. Also, I don't believe in god, not in one bone of my body. I have come to that conclusion in my mind and in myself. No god has yet to reveal himself to me. I remember when I was a child, and my grandparents would drag me to church. I remember the preacher, who never talked about love and peace, but what you couldn't do, what was sinful, basically condemning everyone in the church. Saying what was evil, but what about what is good? What about inner happiness and inner peace? I also remember my friends, who were *saved*. I remember the fear that I felt. The fear of what if I don't get *saved*, because all I knew then was what people told me, and if I didn't get *saved* then I went to hell. I remember thinking why. Why should it matter as long as I am a good person? Why am I not *saved* yet? What have I done wrong? I remember asking for acceptance. Pleading every night in prayer. I remember thinking, what if I never get *saved*? I remember my cousin being *saved* and then members of my family asking "When are you going to be *saved*?" And do you know what I also remember, me asking him to reveal himself. To show me, to save me. Then, I grew older, and I realized what I had been doing was all in vain. I spent a full summer thinking about pretty much everything. Every possibility, and I realized then what I thought. I also realized that every *saved* story was different. "My heart was beating faster." "I didn't feel anything, I just knew." I then realized that these people had either brainwashed themselves into believing that they were *saved*, mistaken a simple thing such as a fast heart beat as a sign that they were *saved*, or they just flat out lied just so everyone would say, "Oh, you're such a good boy." I also realized that my grandparents and parents (although I love them) were trying to brainwash me into their religion, because they, just like many others, feel that it is the only one that is right. They think that if you don't believe in it, then you will go to their hell. I understand that they thought they were doing me good, but I take my mind seriously. I think for myself, I always have, and I always will. And them trying to make me follow their religion makes me see them in a malevolent light.