It isnt so much I question god. I have no problems with the belief in god or powerful beings. becsuse powerful beings by virtue of technological progression probably exist. it is the illogical scriptures, laws and traditions around moral and ethical behavior wrapped in that belief and the inhumanity caused by it I have issues with. there are pacifist and harmless religions, primarily eastern ones, but they arent prevalent in western society.

There wasnt a cause just me and god didnt ever connect, my parents were atheists as was my wider family - I learned to read at a very early age and that was all I needed.

I was going through a depression and I thought more faith would get me through it. I watched a debate with the late and great Christopher Hitchens. I sought ways to affirm my faith, but Hitchens’ arguments prompted me to put my faith under scrutiny. It didn’t hold up. Ditching my belief in a god was the start of my swift recovery, and my life has been wonderful ever since.

I started thinking. I was told that God was a good god, that he was merciful, that he forgave unconditionaly and all that. So, why all those death for those who didn't believe? If His love is without condition, why are there condition to get to Heaven? If he forgives, Why does Hell exists? And then: Nothing happens without God's will. So all the torture, the wars, famine... that is all God's will? That is when I woke up.

I've never asked the god dude anything.

The fact that it doesn't make any sense and never has to me.

My family were Baptist, Pentecost and Methodist. When I was growing up, God was a fact of life, like eating, breathing, blue sky and green grass. It wasn't questioned, it wasn't discussed. I never had a bad experience. I just didn't believe it. When I was little, it was just a small, nagging doubt, deep down in my psyche. It took me growing up and reading, studying, thinking, pondering, and finally, admitting to what I knew was true.

I've always questioned since i was 5 but I've always kinda questioned everything

At around 5 years old, I saw a picture of Jesus that was obviously aimed towards children. It was an image of Jesus smiling and sitting with a bunch of happy children around him. I found this rather strange, because as a child, I felt that there would be lots of much better things to do than to hang around this bearded stranger. I mean, why are all these kids hanging around this adult when they could be playing games or riding bikes or something? I mean, let's be real here! And we'd learn songs like "Jesus loves the little children," but when's the last time Jesus played dodgeball with us? Jesus loves us? Yeah, right.

I always questioned the existence of god to some degree. Watching my mother wither away to nothing from cancer pretty much sealed the deal though.