I was a missionary, raised in an Evangelical fundamentalist cult. Pretty sure the standard Christian would never agree they're a cult, but I also consider Catholicism a cult. *shrug*. Being raised that way, they all are.

What made me nope out of Christianity?

A funeral. For 3 little kids. Killed in a farming accident. It was horrific. I didn't know the family that well, but in the ministry department I was involved in at that time, I was involved in everything going on. It was a massive funeral - close to 3000 people.

I watched as the pastor, family members and then the parents themselves got up on that stage and THANKED god for the deaths of their kids. God's will, he has a plan, it will help someone in need, blahblahblah - I'm sure you've all heard it before.

I was done. I'd already been wavering for a good year, but that was it. I walked out of the church that day without cleaning up or saying goodbye. I handed my keys and ID to someone I considered a friend and walked away.

I still have to deal with my ultra religious mother (temperature scans, masks and social distancing) is the devil conditioning us to be used to conditioning because of the antichrist, and Donald Trump is going to save the world (I'm not an American, and neither is she, so that was NOT stated to start a debate in here - keep political replies outta here please).

Soon as my lease is up in April, I'm outta here. She lives only 10 mins away and keeps bugging me. I thought I'd be nice and have her over for Thanksgiving on Monday. She told me my tribal masks (they're from Indonesia - bought in person) were demonic and my epilepsy would be cured if I'd come back to the church.

And yeah - in a nutshell (LOTS more I could say here), that's why I don't believe anymore, and never will. Celebrating the death of 3 kids....? Pretty sure us heathens don't celebrate that one.