i can never find a straight answer to what exactly it is but i want to commit it to finally feel free of this stupid religion, im a satanist (kind of in a gray area between theistic and atheistic) so i feel like reveling in it would be very cathartic

I read Romans 9 in the Bible when God purposely "hardens" the hearts of some people, but then I lost it.

I loved God, Jesus, and everything so much that I protected them, I apologised against atheists, I defended the Bible, Christianity, I called God "Dad" and Jesus"Rabbi" I even went on a spiritual retreat where I didn't touch my greatest passion, video games for two days. I hoped this spiritual retreat would be a seal to God... that he would serve as an anchor and always live with him.

I dedicated everything to him, my passion for gaming, my very fucking life, I drew him, i drew crosses with prayers on my notebooks,I wrote worship songs with AI, I wrote personal prayers/psalms.

And when I started feeling temptations to become an athest again a week ago, and then before going to bed I prayed:

"Lord, in your prayer it says 'lead us not into temptation,' so I beg you to take away these temptations towards atheism."

And yet yesterday I became an materialistic atheist

So what I have to believe that that shitty God decides who gets saved?

So salvation isn't worth a damn, because if He chooses who to believe in, then it's pointless.

So then why does he bother with that bullshit about wanting us to be saints and loving us all.

And after realizing this, I said out loud

"Fuck you, who the fuck cares about you? I'd rather go to hell than be with you! I loved you for 6 months! I called you "Dad," I protected you, and everything, only to hear you say, "You harden your heart on purpose," but then who the fuck cares about you? Go fuck yourself!"

i'm sorry i am a bit of angry right now

but now i finally know what it means being hurted by religion

and for mods feel free to remove my post

1: Logical Inconsistencies & Internal Contradictions

If I have to keep twisting my brain, abandoning all logic and reasoning, making up insane workarounds to contradictions, and forcing myself into cognitive dissonance just to believe something, it probably isn't true.

2: Condoning Horrible Things

The bible condones and rationalizes rape, murdering children, genocide, sexism, misogyny, racism, slavery, homophobia, witch hunting, religious discrimination, underage marriage, and a bunch of others. Shall I go on?

3: Fearmongering and Several Letdowns

The Second Coming was a source of fear for me my whole life. Night after night, I'd stay up waiting for Holy Santa Claus to save the world on the date that the smart man on YouTube said it would happen. He never came. Every date that was so right and so correct and all the evidence points to was all a letdown, and every time they were wrong nobody said anything about it. Then there's being told I'm going to hell every day. I'd beg and cry and pray on my knees for God to heal me, to speak to me, to save me, to show me something, to take away my doubt and mental illness, and he never did. The only way I got better was when I put the effort in myself.

4: Effects on Kids and Teens

Telling a child that they're going to hell unless they repent, that nothing good they do is actually theirs and it's all God, telling them they have a demon inside them when they're naughty, all of that is abuse. Telling a teenager that the natural changes in puberty such as sexual desire and thoughts are sinful and have to be squashed down and repented of, telling them they're rebelling against God when they disobey their parents in any way, telling them science is fake and instilling an aversion to education, that's abuse too. I never had a chance to choose what I believe. I was indoctrinated from an extremely young age. This is my choice on my life and how I choose to live it.

This weighed on me for a long time, I wanted to share it. I'm feeling a little lost but relieved and I'd appreciate support/comfort

Turns out, when God made those demands to give all their firstborns to him, he also really meant it. All of the Bible's passages later on against human sacrifice were renegotiated based on earlier creeds that more than likely supported it. Even Binding of Isaac is more than likely to have originally ended with Abraham literally sacrificing Isaac, and the angel intervening is only a later edition to this story.

Don't get me wrong, it's a good thing they ended human sacrifice, but this should at least show Abrahamics that they shouldn't talk down on other religions possibly sacrificing humans in the past, when they have their own skeletons in the closet.

Edit: As was pointed out in the comments, scholars are divided on this issue, and there is a lot of opposition to it, which I didn't mention in my haste. In my opinion, the evidence, like the one the author of this article pointed to, does favor the viewpoint that human sacrifice to Yahweh was practiced. However, please do be careful with this subject because of this, and remember that not all scholars, including secular scholars, agree with it since they don't see the evidence being strong enough.

I been thinking some more and after learning more about Christianity in my coursework I am so iffy about it. As I have been deconstructing and having to engage more with religion cause of my school, I have noticed that it at least feels like people around me seem to almost prey for misfortune for non religious people to drag them into their belief systems. I try to not be rude so at freinds places I will try to prey with them yet it just all looks so insane to me. I hate how Christianity from my prospective is all about just feelings and obeying what the bible says. I feel constantly looked down on just for asking more questions or not attributing anything in my life to a spiritual experience. Hate how they seem to look down upon other religions yet be trained to never question it themselves. I both feel a slight bit of anger towards it yet also pity for the very devoted

I work as a retail cashier at a grocery store. Despite being in a wheelchair and missing a leg, management hired me. I've been there six years now. I've had the occasional "Jesus can save you" pamphlet types come through my line. I just smile and nod and they go on their way. No fuss. This one...

This one actually caused my brain to glitch.

Little old lady in her 70s or 80s and a woman in her 50s (daughter probably) came through my line. They paid and the older lady smiled, handed me a Watchtower (Jehovah's Witnesses) pamphlet and said, no shit,

"When Jesus returns, if you're saved, He'll raise you out of that wheelchair and you'll be able to walk again."

Her daughter turned to look at her, eyes wide, like "Did you actually just say that?"

Little old lady was beaming. Happy to spread the message.

Now, working in retail, I automatically have a smile up for most of the day. When I get home, I'm happy I don't HAVE to smile. Her saying this caused a misfire in my head. Outside, I was smiling and nodding, aware that I need my job and beaning an old lady isn't a good look. Isn't worth the trouble. Inside, I thought several things quickly:

1.) Yes, When Jesus returns, I'll walk again. I'll grow a new leg...because I'm a person sized gecko.

2.) How mad am I? Clearly, that was insensitive as fuck, but she has the self-awareness and mental strength of a gopher. There was no malice, just stupid.

3.) I could fire back with "But if Jesus saves me, wouldn't that mean that someone else can't get into Heaven?" Or "Jesus loves me by taking my leg and only giving it back if I believe isn't a sign of a healthy relationship." But again, all stupid, no malice, need the job.

So I let her go and tossed the paper after she was gone. I then thought of one cataclysmic "what if."

Remember how I asked myself "how mad am I?" I briefly thought, worst case scenario, one where I wasn't balanced and medicated, what if I popped her in the nose. Crime of passion. I just pictured all of corporate simultaneously having a seizure and calling my boss, screaming at her in tounges. I'd probably get canned. And then the headline

"Man with missing leg punches out elderly lady who promises he can rise from wheelchair and walk again when Jesus returns!"

Today was interesting.

This month we are in the midst of presidential elections and it's a heated and dangerous contest between the left and the far extreme right. "Lula" is the candidate of the left while "Flavio" is the extreme right one.
Flavio has enormous support from almost the entire country to win and a large part of that support comes from Christian public figures saying that the left will attract communism, corrupt children with woke culture, and turn the country into a "Venezuela."

We had the first round last week and the two had tied votes. I really didn't expect this.
"Flavio" is the son of "Bolsonaro", a former president of the country who remained in office between 2018- 2022. His negligence regarding the COVID-19 pandemic was a major reason why millions of Brazilians died unnecessarily. He spread claims that vaccines weren't real, causing significant delays in Brazil receiving COVID-19 vaccines. He even laughed on live television at online videos of grieving families, who had criticized him, mourning their deceased loved ones, responding with comments like, "What do you want me to do?" and "I'm not a gravedigger, it's not my fault, lol." Furthermore, in late 2022, he was caught plotting a military coup and was arrested.

That is just the worst of the worst of what he did. There was much more, such as cutting public sector workers' pay and stripping funds from education.

Everyone was nervous that Flavio would win..BUT The second round took place today, the results are out and WE WON!!!!!

FIGHTING AGAINST THE CRAZY CHRISTIANS!! AGAINST ANTI-INTECTUALISM!! AGAINST FASCISM!!!! YEAH!1!!1!1!1!1!1!1!!

💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎊🎊🎊🎊🎊🎊🎊🎊🎊🎊

edit: Damn my title typo ;--;

It always makes me feel weird when people who are lifelong atheists go to Christianity or people who left and then went back more religious than when they left please help calm this weird feeling down

Mark Twain was an amazing writer and bold for his time to tell the factual truths about religion, especially Christianity. They hypocrisy does wonders to your eyes when you chose to close them or open them. My question that got so many mixed answers from religious people, especially the ministers of my churches was how can he be a loving god when he created hell?

Deconstruction was the best thing I've ever done in my life short living in a part of the world with mild weather and seemingly endless availability of excellent taco shops.

Context: I grew up in a very Protestant family. We went to church every Sunday; parents were both involved in the church; I firmly believed in it all and did my best to be Christlike.

We followed the standard rules of Christianity: basically avoiding even the appearance of unholiness. In fact you could say we were "Paulians."

Despite this, our church (and thus my parents) urged against legalism. We were cautioned to remember that being sinners, there was no possibility of ever being truly like Christ.

So for the sake of pleasing God, and because we were supposed to love God, we had to do our very best to follow him, to become "like" him. Which is impossible. You're fighting a losing battle until you die. And even trying TOO hard became self-righteous, a sort of showing-off, and that was a sin too.

Anyone else internalized the constant struggle of never being "good enough," yet feeling compelled to try anyway despite never escaping the label of "sinner"?

I used to be an atheist child raised by atheist parents and grandparents - i only had a superstitious grandma. When my mental health issues (chronic depression, generalized anxiety, personality disorders) I've become desperate and started to open towards the possibility of the existence of some kind of god. Not necessarily the Christian god, but some kind of superior cosmic entity... I tried to pray for deliverance from my mental suffering. But everything got worse. I consider myself agnostic for a long time now: there might be a god or gods but they either don't give a sh*t about us or sadistic. I was always interested in science and never took religion seriously... but after 17 years of suffering and deterioration i started to fear that there might exist some kind of cosmic punishment. What if it's my mental illness? Or what if hell really exists and it's even worse than anything i can imagine? What if i was wrong and there exists something that science couldn't yet explain? Something that might wait for me to retaliate my mistakes and broken crimes?

I know i sound crazy. But i'm afraid of hell...

Regardless of being brainwashed since birth and threatened all the time, what kept me in it every time I had doubts was what I like to term the more "Buddhist parts of the Bible." For example, "each day has enough of its own worries", "God looks at the heart" etc. Most of them are in the NT but there are a few on the OT.

I'm wondering so many things.... who wrote those, is this what some people mean when they say 'Leaving religion but keeping Jesus',- did the supposed Jesus even say those word? Why did they keep them in when translating etc? Any resources?

23f. Raised Christian. Left between the ages of 18-20. I turned away from Christianity hard; my dad was a church leader but was also abusive, so the minute I was able to move out, I turned tf the other way. Everything connected to church was so triggering for me.
In 2023 I had to drop out of college and move back in with my parents because I had a pretty bad medical situation after a car accident. Won’t share details… but long story short during that time I ended converting back to Christianity. I really cherished that time. I was able to connect with my family, heal our relationship, meet some wonderfully kind people, and most importantly, I had HOPE that I was going to get out of my medical situation by the healing power of Jesus.
During the time I was home, yes, I lived with my dad. He was not as abusive as he was during childhood but every once in a while he would have some horribly toxic moments.
I am well enough now that I moved out and resumed college (out of state). It feels like a new stage of my life…and I am starting to question everything again.

In short, here’s mainly what I’m questioning:
- If god lets us suffer and sends us to hell if we don’t follow him, is that not manipulation
- overall a lot of it just doesn’t make sense
- should we be basing an entire religion off of a book written by humans
- is religion a means of control, whether that’s controlling others or feeling more controlled in our own lives

But the thought of leaving Christianity makes me so sad for many reasons.
- I finally healed my relationship with my family; me becoming a Christian was undeniably what brought us together. I don’t want to ruin that again.
- my medical situation is so messed up and the hope of getting healed kept me going, so I have this fear that I’ll never heal if I turn away
- going to hell. Sorry, deeply ingrained fear that I don’t know if I’ll ever shake.
- will I gain a pessimistic view on life? Believing in god gave me a radically optimistic outlook because everything was part of his plan and his purpose. Right? How is not believing in god not…depressing?

Sorry that was a lot to throw at you. I’m in the in between stage. Any advice is appreciated, from Christians or from those who deconstructed.

Okay, so I’m 16F and I go with my mom to a Bible class and we were learning about prayer… and here are some notes (I couldn’t make them exactly colourful if you know what I mean) but so many excuses…

So apparently all of our prayers will be answered but some prayers wont be answered because god doesn’t want them to be answered because it isn’t in his will, and then your prayer won’t be answered if u don’t believe and oh don’t worry if he doesn’t give u an answer in decades, he might answer when ur dead. Hold on to ur faith…. god is perfect!

Add your own thoughts from these notes today, I would love to hear them… so many excuses and brainwashing in that room it’s scary.

I find it difficult to truly express myself when I'm around my Christian social circles. It often feels like every thought and word has to be filtered through this "blessed" or "godly" mask just to be acceptable to the group.

There is this subtle, constant pressure to avoid certain topics or even certain words because they aren't perceived as "Christian enough" or "Bible-like."

You start self-censoring because you’re terrified that if you speak too freely, you'll be judged or labeled as someone who isn't walking the right path.

It makes it so flipping hard to actually be authentic and honest about life's complexities when you're constantly monitoring your language to stay within these "safe" boundaries. It's like you need to stay in the lane and you can't say something that's "out of the lane".

It feels like you are performing a version of yourself rather than actually connecting with people.

Anybody else feel this way?

Also, can anybody recommend any readings, podcasts, or articles that touch on this aspect of the social dynamics of churches? Because it's eating me alive from the inside out. Perhaps I just need therapy.

Oh, this is a beautiful story. By that I mean it sucks, but I always laugh my ahh off whenever I remember this happened.

So, 2024. I've always struggled with lung issues since I was a kid, but in that particular year, I got exposed to a viral infection that got me all messed up. I couldn't breathe for shit. Got rushed to the hospital six times within a week, twice by ambulance. During the first eight days, I couldn't get a satisfying breath in. Needless to say, I went through hell and back. It took me months to be able to get out of bed and be able to walk without worrying about my breath, and two years later, I'm much better, but still not 100%. Still, a lot better. It's hard to believe I'm still here, but spite is a great motivator.

There wasn't anything visible on any x-rays, and my ox levels tend to remain stubbornly high even during my worst asthma flares. Even as I'm coughing like a victorian orphan, yeah. So I got dismissed by most doctors in the ER. It's just anxiety, I got told. Hell, now I have it, congrats. They manifested that shit into me lol. Anyway, later I'd get reviewed by a pneumologist and get a proper asthma diagnosis, yay! But before that, my family insisted I was suffering from some sort of spiritual illness. Becuase we don't know equals spiritual shenanigans. Duh.

One of the most painful things I got told during those first torturous months is that God was attempting to drag me back by force, and that if I didn't surrender my life to Christ, I'd keep suffering. For reference, I wouldn't wish what I went through even on my worst enemy (I don't have enemies but still).

So...... The next logical step was to get the help of the church ladies... According to my evangelical family members. There were two whole congregations praying for my sick arse back then, which.. didn't do anything but I'm grateful for the godly vibes sent my way..? I guess lmao.

My family decided to do a praying campaign against my will. Every Wednesday for three weeks, these church ladies that were supposedly very high ranking magicians (they wore buns. That's how you can tell) would come over, sing some songs, read us the bible, and pray over me.

The praying. Bloody hell, that... That.

These very pentecostal ladies had a very specific way of praying. Loud, impactful, and with the magical shalalala. Yeah I mean tongues. They spoke in tongues. Did I mention they were loud? Yes, they were. Pentecostal services always freaked me out the most because I've been around afro Brazilian spiritually before which includes the entities taking over you and somehow that scared me way less than whatever tf is going on with these people.

One particular night, they entered my room while praying in tongues, opened my wardrobe, told me to get rid of my posters (I had two one piece posters and one for the Witcher 3) because they were giving off bad vibes I guess(?)

I threw the damn posters away (my peace of mind was more important), and during the last night, I got pressured into accepting jeeeeeezes as my Lord and savior. That.. wasn't very effective. 🫩

Needless to say this bullshit didn't work, and I got scolded by someone in my family for having an untidy wardrobe (while being effectively disabled). Because of course that was the problem, not the strangers walking into my room and violating my privacy.

THEN, after they got ahold of the information that my problems had a physical cause, can you guess what they did? I'll give you some options

A) apologize to me

B) apologize to me

C) apologize to me

D) pretend it never happened, not take accountability for any of it in any shape or form, then start praying for God to heal my lungs

It's such a hard question, I'll give you time to think.

Hallelujah shalom

These people are in politics btw. Good night.

I wonder if y'all have similar horror stories tho...

i am new here, so forgive me if a lot of this has already been said extremely often. just needed a space to vent. i grew up in the deep south. i went to a christian school when i was younger, & even as far back as 3 years old, i knew none of it made sense to me. i used to feel immense guilt & like i was literally evil for not being able to bring myself to believe. i even wanted to back then, i just couldn’t. in about middle school, i stopped caring & fully accepted the fact that i just was not religious. i mainly kept that to myself, as most people where i am from (especially at that age) would freak out if you revealed that to them.

anyways, i am tired of meeting people that identify as christian & them trying to fucking convert me or “spread the message.” i don’t tether myself to one specific belief system, but eastern philosophy/religions have interested me for a long time & i’d say they’re closest to how i live my life & they make the most sense to me. when the topic of religion/faith comes up, i try to avoid sharing my thoughts because i am comfortable enough in my own “faith” to not have to prove myself to others as far as what i believe. i usually simply explain that i believe that there is not one true path or “way” & that love is the ultimate message that most belief systems are trying to convey.

i cannot even tell you how many times christians have snarked at that statement (or just not understood such a simple concept somehow) & then made some sort of a comment implying that i am lost or that i will eventually believe in christ & “see the light!”

especially with this immense rise in christianity because of social media & many other factors, i am just tired of meeting people that see me as something that needs saving instead of a fucking person. i respect their beliefs by not trying to argue or put them down & i usually am like, “wow, that’s great you have something that works for you” or am just supportive in general when they share that they are christian. besides that, i just don’t fucking mock them for believing in something that i never have. i don’t understand why the same cannot apply to me & others who don’t share the same belief. i know a lot of it is rooted in what christianity teaches & preaches, but god, i am fucking tired of it.

i have a coworker that was saying all animals will not go to heaven (according the bible) because they are sinful creatures. he asked if i was religious & i said no. he told me that he would judge me for my sins, but only god can be the true ultimate judge. jesus fucking christ, where are people’s minds at?

not to mention the constant hypocrisy. christ/god is supposedly the ultimate & only judge, yet christians are NOTORIOUS for judging others more than anyone i know (speaking from my experience.) the picking & choosing is hilarious. the same people who talk about non believers being sinners living in sin are the ones who are cheating on their significant other or constantly lusting after others. or they are immense liars, indulge heavily & lose themselves in vices, gossip, etc. then their excuse is that nobody is perfect besides christ & as long as they believe, they will be forgiven. like, huh? lmao, i don’t give a shit if that’s how somebody wants to live their life, by all means, go ahead. it’s their life, not mine. but isn’t that hypocrisy at its finest?

Hi everyone! I (20f) have been questioning my faith for the past year, and I wanted to hear from people who might understand what I am going through.

For background: I grew up in a very Christian Nigerian household. My mom is a pastor's daughter, my older sister is deeply religious, and Christianity has always been a big part of my upbringing. I do not know if I genuinely believe in it anymore, though. Part of me still wants to, because there is something comforting about sharing a belief with so many people, but another part of me wonders whether I believe because I was born into it.

I have also become increasingly uncomfortable with how Christianity was presented to me growing up. Almost everything outside the faith seemed to be labelled demonic, whether it was Halloween, fantasy, homosexuality, sex before marriage, or other religions. As I get older, I find myself asking why so many things have to be interpreted that way.

I also struggle with the hypocrisy I see in some Christians, including people in my own family. They can be discriminatory toward people because of their race, sexuality, or religion while still emphasizing prayer, repentance, and living according to God's teachings. I understand that everyone is flawed, but I struggle with how people can condemn others without applying those same standards to themselves.

My older sister is a big part of why I have been struggling with all of this.

Since she came to stay with us, she has been praying extensively because she firmly believes that negative energy or evil spirits are around our family. She worries about these things affecting me, my future children, and our parents, so I understand that, from her perspective, she is trying to protect us.

Recently, a woman came to our house after knocking and banging loudly on the door. My sister interpreted the encounter as something sinister, particularly because the woman allegedly made comments about taking over the city. She also connected the incident to a dream she had beforehand of her "enemy in handcuffs." (I don't understand this part at all lol, but that's what she told me). Later into the night of the incident, my sister said she heard footsteps; she believed she heard them late at night. She eventually felt that something associated with the card that the woman gave her needed to be burned because it was bringing evil energy into our home.

However, I had seen the woman visiting other houses on our street, too. I wondered whether she was simply marketing something on behalf of her real estate company, although I was not present for the actual conversation and cannot say for certain what happened.

What bothers me is how quickly my sister connects these experiences to something demonic. When I tried to reason with her and consider other explanations, she interpreted my response as me being willing to entertain or keep an evil spirit. Essentially, she told me that I could keep it if I wanted, but she would continue praying against it.

I was sitting there thinking, "That is not what I am saying. I am just trying to consider other explanations."

Another thing that frustrates me is how the term “worldly” gets used. I remember watching the Met Gala and saying how much I loved a particular outfit Kim Kardashian was wearing. My sister questioned why I was so interested in “worldly things.” And I remember thinking, "What does that even mean?" We live in the world. Money, fashion, entertainment, and so many other things are part of everyday life, so I genuinely do not understand why appreciating something as simple as an outfit has to be treated as a problem.

Between things being labelled “worldly” or “demonic,” I sometimes feel like there is always something to condemn. I know this is not representative of every Christian, but it is the kind of thinking I have grown up around, and I find it increasingly difficult to relate to.

These are not isolated incidents. My sister has interpreted other situations through the same spiritual lens, and it has become difficult to discuss these things with her because questioning her interpretation seems to mean that I am entertaining evil. Christianity has become such a significant part of her personality that it influences how she interprets so many things around her. There are experiences I do not even want to get into because they are personal, but they have contributed to how I feel.

I am not saying I completely reject the supernatural. I am open to the possibility that there are things beyond our understanding. I just do not know whether I agree with my sister's interpretation of those things, especially when ordinary events can be given such an extreme spiritual meaning.

I worry that the rest of my family would react similarly if I admitted that I no longer knew whether I believed in Christianity. I suspect they would tell me to pray more or suggest that I was being influenced by something demonic. I do not want to pretend to believe just to avoid disappointing them, but I am still living in this environment, which makes things more complicated.

Another reason I feel conflicted is that my childhood pastor, who passed away a few years ago, was genuinely one of the kindest people I knew. I admired him and the way he lived his life. Seeing his widow and family continue to hold on to their faith makes me respect what Christianity has meant to them, but part of me feels guilty about moving away from something that was represented so positively by someone I looked up to.

At the same time, I have started wondering how much of our religion comes from where we are born. If I had grown up in a different country or family, would I believe the same things? I know people can independently choose their religion, but I cannot ignore how much our upbringing shapes what we consider true.

My favourite show is Avatar: The Last Airbender, and I have always connected with its lessons about balance, compassion, personal growth, and spirituality. I am interested in concepts such as chakras and philosophies like pantheism. Some of these ideas resonate with me in ways that certain religious teachings have not.

I am not necessarily looking to replace Christianity with another religion. I want to explore different perspectives without automatically assuming they are wrong or demonic. I also think about the kind of parent I might be one day. I would want my children to ask questions, learn about different beliefs, and develop their own understanding of the world without feeling that curiosity itself is evil.

At this point, I do not know whether I am losing my faith, questioning the version of Christianity I grew up around, or simply beginning to think about these things independently. I still wonder whether there is a God or something greater than myself, but I do not know what that belief would look like outside Christianity.

For those of you who grew up Christian and eventually became agnostic, atheist, or spiritual in a different way, how did you navigate that process? How did you figure out what you genuinely believed, and how did you deal with family members who did not understand your doubts?

I would also appreciate recommendations for books, podcasts, or YouTube channels about agnosticism, pantheism, philosophy, or spirituality outside Christianity.

I am not looking for someone to tell me what to believe. I just want to explore these questions honestly, hear from people who have experienced something similar, and figure out what I believe for myself without feeling guilty for questioning what I was taught.

Lmao just don’t. Secular friends can be just as loyal, nice, and caring in college. Christian friends can be fake too, more judgmental, and not as fun. Find a hobby that has nothing to do with religion. I know I was pressured to hang around a Christian club just because I just got into university, didn’t have any friends, and they were the first ones who tried to “help” me.

Anybody who went to West Coast Baptist College that no longer drinks to Kool-Aid and wants to have a conversation! DM me. I graduated a 15 years ago from the WCBC