My Confessions (1)

ONE: Not a Christian.

If you ever thought of me as a Christian, and this is how a Christian looks, DON’T. Don’t ever try to have some guts to call me a Christian. I myself don’t have the courage to say I am a Christian. Christianity is a very distinct unique, spoiled by its followers, and I don’t wanna be another person to corrupt this belief. [Remember when Gandhi said “I like your Christ but I don’t like you Christians”?]

“But you go to church!,”; “But you go to fellowships!,”; “I saw you brought a bible!”; “You were so persistent when it comes to talking about Christian faith!”; “You pray!”

Here I tell you what, these traits do not make someone a Christian. I go to church every Sunday, that doesn’t make me a Christian. I go to fellowships. that doesn’t make me a Christian. I read the bible, that doesn’t make me a Christian. I did some apologetics, that doesn’t make me a Christian. I pray, that doesn’t make me a Christian.

Forget the internet stereotypes of mainstream Christians with their signs “GOD HATES HOMO” and damn judgmental stuffs. They might not be Christians at all.

So whenever I do something bad, do not associate my things to the Christ-adoring religion. You are not looking at a Christian doing something bad. You are looking at a person doing something bad.

“Are you an Atheist, or an Agnostic, then?”

No. I’ve been there, and I won’t choose to deny God’s existence.

“Deism?”

No. Not at all. I’m not anything at all.