An Anti-Theist's Manifesto (Written To Christians)
I am not a liar, I am not looking for pity, I am not lost.
I am honest, I am worthy of respect as a fellow human being, I am an atheist, and I do not like your imaginary Christian God.
I have been told that my life is worthless, that I am worthless, without your God. I have seen your head bow in shame in my presence, I have heard the whispers concerning my supposedly arrogant motives, I have heard the call for Christian prayer warriors to arm themselves against and for me. I have read enough of your Bible to know that I am an enemy of your supposed God, destined to go to hell according to the design of your imaginations.
My conscience, in spite of your insistence that I am lost and depraved and full of sin, without any right to morality, is clear. My life has held value insofar as any human life holds value, including your own. For whence cometh value, if it not come from the heart beating blood through our loins? This is the place where what we call value exists, and I have it in abundance. My head is not bowed in shame. Let the whispers of my supposedly arrogant motives become a roar, because I remain undeterred by your determination to grind my pride to funeral ashes, even as the heart within me refuses to restrain its racing, beating hunger for beauty and life and reality for the wagging fingers of those who have given their own hearts away to a phantom.
I am not going to hell, and, unlike many of the religious masses, I do not have enough disregard for the humanity my heart bleeds and beats for to serve a God who would let anyone go there.
No, it is not due to the hardness of my heart that I do not believe in God.
I am an advocate of humanity. I am your sibling, your child, your parent, your friend. I value my life, I value your life, and I value every breath I breathe; every sip of water is sweet, every thought -- even the saddest -- is cherished, all my memories are fresh on my mind, and my motivation pulls me forward.
I am not hungry for your soul, and I am not an agent of the Devil who is bent on banishing you to hellfire. Because God is not real.
I oppose religion because I cannot stand the genocides in your holy book, or the suicides the effects of Christianity induce in lgbt individuals, or the blind faith it engenders in the eyes of justice and the control of ballot boxes, or the way it imprisons people behind invisible iron bars while promising a home they’ll never see.
You have said you will pray for me; I do not need your prayers. But you may wear a hole in your carpet floor, scar your knees on wooden planks or stone paving, lose your voice in crying out to the empty heavens, let your tears steadily drain your tear ducts dry, every minute of every day for the remainder of your existence. This will not dissuade my smile or diminish the satisfaction of my own breathing as I live in the peace that there is no God or hell.
But this does not mean I will rest. As long as you decide to preach the prejudiced, dogmatic, blind faith -- in determined ignorance -- to your fellowman, using the Bible as your weapon, I will fight. I refuse to see people controlled and manipulated and harassed by fairy tales.
My grievances with your religion are long and many. They are all based in this: I do not believe God exists. It is not a fact I am hiding, it is not something enshrouded in doubt in the center of my being. This is not a trick or a deception. I honestly do not believe in your God, and the only thing I see is people trying to control their lives and judging others lives, and even influencing public policy, with something that is a terrible, nightmare that their twisted hearts and consciences have somehow decided is a beautiful fairy tale.
While you sing praises of glory to a God who supposedly lets me go to hell because you’re going to heaven, I’ll be trying to make the world a better place and destroy every visage of your disastrous religion as much as it is in my power to do so. I am not one of those apathetic atheists on the sidelines, for the simple reason that I care very much about this world and those in it, and my motivation is that I have only until my death to rewrite the nightmare and destroy the mirage that has damaged the minds and hearts of countless masses.
I suppose, in a way, I am whoever you say I am. I am the Antichrist ripping the cross from consciences, I am the sinner saving the world from serpentine preachers of abusive shame, I am the child of the Devil determined to destroy your demented caricature of a deity, I am the demon defying the irrational control of hearts and minds perpetuated by the intrusive power of the concept of the Holy Spirit, I’m the goddamned atheist whose fiery rage turns to ashes the haughty claims of the "saved." And I am these things because I am a friend of humanity, a visionary of a world in which there is less religion and more reason to join hands in reality, and I'd like to start by reaching my palm out to you.
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