WOTMQ: Apatheist, Part I
As many of you will know, I've been calling myself and Apatheist for years — I'm a person who doesn't care if God exists, even if He does. Simply because we are entirely without a means to acquire any reliable, repeatable, actionable knowledge of God's existence, will, and character. These two videos go into more detail regarding my journey and how I came to that conclusion.
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I can really identify with this. For 20 years of my life I was deeply immersed in King James-only Independent Fundamental Baptist theology. To get there from a degree in physics, I had to literally shelve dozens of questions and… just have faith. Later, in an effort to help a friend who was going through her own spiritual crisis, I stumbled on the answers to my own shelved questions and was shocked. The deeper I dug, the WORSE it got. Not only were my original questions not answered in favor of Christianity, but I arrived at a sickening realization that the whole foundation (i.e. how we are lost, saved, the creation etc.) makes no sense. I am thankful for everything you do, adding clarity to the mess, and helping the average Joe cut through the word salad that are the claims of religion.
Thanks so much. That sounds like a very interesting story.
I hear you! And that's what I also call myself and anti-theist. Clearly, we are on the sam page about such beliefs harming people. It's one of the main reasons I started doing this in the first place!
Mmmm… I understand not caring if gawd exists, so perhaps I'm also an apatheist, but I do care about how such beliefs are harming other people and our world. I'd just call myself an atheist, just like I'm an aleprechaunist, an asasquatchist, an afairyist. I guess in all such cases I could tack on the prefix apa- like you without batting an eye. What was most stressful for me when escaping our cult was uncovering, exposing, discovering that all those adults whom I had revered and trusted were older… but NOT wiser —as I had so naïvely assumed. Tsk. It really is painful to come to grips with one's own stupidity and gullibility —only to then have to also suffer the pain of rejection, isolation, shunning from one's closest friends and family.