It's Not You... It's A Lot
There's a part of me that wants to blast out my current belief status on all my social media feeds so that the kind folk who "miss me" at the last church I attended could understand. It almost feels as though it would be easier if there had been some nasty falling out. I have nothing against them. They are fine people. I'm just at a point in my faith journey at which: I don't believe God ever intended ANY form of sacrifice (including Jesus). I don't believe God intends to punish anyone in any way ever. I am indifferent about "heaven." And I am OK if nothing happens after death. I believe that "Worship Services" do nothing for God; that they are little more than a gathering for dopamine-inducing sing-along and TED-talk on mystical plausibility. I feel that "using my talents" in a "Worship Service" only serves to unnaturally prolong the life of a thing that should be put to rest, or at best be put in Hospice. It feels a