Religion Is Pointless

Ever since I can remember, I have felt a great sense of homesickness when I look up at the night sky or at images of space. I have always felt that I came from the universe and one day I shall return. Because I was never indoctrinated into a religion, I feel like my soul was able to hold onto the memory of where it came from and longs for the day when it can go home. These days, with the sad state of the world, that longing is stronger than ever, and is partly what prompted me to start this blog.  Sagittarius B2 molecular cloud. Image from James Webb Space Telescope In the Beginning My parents both grew up with religion, but left the church and became atheist as soon as they became independent adults, and they raised me as an atheist. To date, at the age of 51, with the exception of weddings and funerals, I have never attended a single church service. My mother did give me a children's Bible as she felt I should at least know about the religion that dominated the culture we were li...

This blog has come about because of two incidents in the space of three months where I was not only questioned about my beliefs but then also judged on those beliefs and told I was destined for hell because of them. The last time the question of divine judgement had come up was when my father was dying from leukaemia and the hypocrisy of family members we hardly heard from who were now interested not in his life, but in his afterlife angered me. It's not something I had experienced since high school when being on the wrong side of religious belief was just another thing that made me different to everyone else.  If there is one thing I cannot tolerate, it is a bully. Criticising my beliefs and telling me I'm a sinner is no less bullying that the school girls who criticised the way I dressed and told me I was ugly. The only difference is that back then I was too scared to fight back.  Evangelists may think they are coming from a position of care and concern about one's soul, ...