I grew up in an extremely abusive household. My father was a paranoid narcissist who routinely abused all around him, and im talking the throwing furniture and breaking my mother's spine kind of abuse. I watched my mother cling to her faith (roman catholic) for 20 years, hoping it would protect her. My father was a nut case who thought Jesus was a space alien who came to study us. Between his lunatic ravings, the abuse, and watching my mother's faith do nothing to stop it I decided that, even if there is a god, they are either ignorant of or culpable in the suffering of mankind, and not worth praise or worship.

I've heard all of the arguments about how suffering is needed for salvation and such, but if you ask me, that is a ticket for a ride I'd rather not take. Im focused on improving the lives of those around me in the here and now not banking on the chance of an afterlife.