How would you handle having a family member dying right in front of you? What if you witnessed a terrible car crash and did not stop to help? These are simple examples, really, that help to illustrate the path I'm trying to open for you. Everyone will go through and experience different things that will challenge them in their lives, what makes you who you are is how you handle them.
Case in point, at least for me, is my fall from the faith of Christianity. Looking back on myself I often times examplified the behaviour that I now vehemently denounce. I remember, when my fiances grandfather passed away, having scolded her for not kneeling during the church services and saying it was "disrespectful". Two years later at similar services for my uncle I found myself on the her side of the coin and my brother approaching me the same way I approached her.
I quickly realized, however, that her actions before, and my actions then, were in no way disrespectful. How? For the fact that we did not tarnish the services of the deceased by presenting a facade that we were believers. We did not show ourselves as "believing" if only for that moment and for that person. Though the services were in their honor, their honor is exactly what we observed.
After the passing of my uncle my aunt approached me and told me how much my uncle loved to talk to me and how much he respected my decisions. Being a religious man (I'm not talking overly religious but someone who genuniely believed in his faith) she told me that though he did not agree with my choice, he certainly respected it and thought I was making the right choice for myself.
A month later, it was Christmas, and my father asked me about attending services with them the next day; to which I told him I would not. Sadly, after the eight years of Catholic education, he put me through he had to hear the words he never would have wanted to "No". When he asked why my response was simple "I don't believe in God."
To which he told me I was making a mistake, and to which the pain of hypocrisy rang through the air. I am not going to air any of his dirty laundry, as that is not my place, but I can say, without a doubt, that his example, and that of many others, has led me to my loss of belief. I had a chance to sit down and speek with one of the leaders of our church a few years ago. We talked about many things but one of the biggest things I took away were his comments of the Old Testament of the bible. Ultimately his comments were: Anyone who believes the Old Testament is real is crazy.
Most people will trace my decline to my discovery of black metal back around 2004. I was on a networking site and part of a group of Christians, albeit a bit more hardcore than I was. Upon this discovery I was often mislabeled, judged, criticized etc. (I really don't need to go on) It is all apparent the type of behaviour that these judgemental types partake in and really I had my first taste of the absolute hypocrisy that permeates throught Christianity. I shrugged it off and tried to validate my side but it was often to no avail and this was the first time that I had felt jaded.
I met my fiance a year later and continued to struggle with my grips on faith and the fact that I genuinely wanted to make it work for me. I wanted something to believe in, and I wanted something that I could celebrate. However, the more I tried the more I failed. It seemed as if everytime I took two steps forward that I would take eight back. I would try to pay attention in church, I would try to take the sacraments for what they were, but it all led to nothing.
It culminated with me meeting my friend Jeff and watching my fiances resolve at not giving up her non-belief no matter how hard I tried to get her to enjoy it. At this moment I was able to step back and take an "outsider looking in" approach to my actions of those around me. The building blocks of my life from birth until that point had crumbled in front of my eyes and for the first time in my life I felt fresh, and free.
I didn't feel as if I was being bound to something I could not live for. I did not feel that if I made a mistake (sin) that I need to dwell on it because of "eternal consequenes" but instead learn from it and better myself. I also proved to myself that I didn't need faith to be a good person, and neither does anyone else.
It has been several years now since I denounced my faith but I can honestly say that I have never felt better. It was such a liberating feeling to overcome something so controlling and narrow minded and to finally see the world from my own perspective. I won't even get into the crimes perpetrated by Christians in the name of god over the years, as I don't have the time for that, but maybe one day.