I'm kind of shocked at how anti-Christian I've become.

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223. I have been anti-Christian since the Pentecosts scared me to death when I was five.

My mother was on a quest to find the right church, late 70’s, sent me on a Sunday school trip where I was told to color in a picture of Jesus with gouts of blood coming off him on the cross. Only color I was given was red, and I was chastised for not apply enough red and staying in the lines. (I have ADHD, staying in the lines was hard). Then they chanted that the blood of Jesus was on me until I cried.

Years later, at catholic school, I was molested by fellow students in the bathrooms, both priests and nuns ignored it and made me go to confession for saying anything.

Then years after that I was assaulted on college campus by a soapbox preacher throwing 3 penny nails at people accusing us of being sinners for not listening to him.

Then years after that, as my father was dying of leukemia, while he was in a coma, and on death’s door, the preacher of the church he attended, held a conversation about how Jews are the root of all the world’s problems because of Pontius Pilate washed his hands, so he was absolved of Jesus’ death.

I have read the Bible several times, I can’t balance Jesus’ message with the actions of his avatars throughout my 50 years, I’ve known too many Christians, they have shown me what the practice is and I want nothing to do with any of them ever again.