This could be a much longer response, going over my background and
struggles with religion, how good it felt to believe that there was
always someone invisible watching over me, that there was someone who
saw all injustice and ensured that it all came out right in the end,
but frankly, I don’t think there’s anything there that you haven’t
already read or experienced yourself.
The last straw for me, the reason I am an atheist today, is simple: I
refuse to worship any God who won’t speak back to me. An omnipotent,
omniscient being who can’t respond to a simple “Hello, God, are you
there?” either doesn’t exist, or isn’t worthy of worship if it does.
Intellectually, I understand that there is slim chance of the
existence of a deity. I comprehend the evidence for the development of
religions, and the logical arguments for why we invent anthropomorphic
I still want to believe in a God; whether that is a lingering effect
from a religious childhood or not, I cannot judge. I still call out to
God sometimes, hoping that I’ve been wrong for the past few years,
that there really is someone who can hear me when I’m alone – but
until I receive a real, audible, not just “feel-Him-in-your-heart!”
reply, an atheist I will remain.