[Emu]

I remember the exact moment I decided I could never be a Christian again. I was at my cousin's wedding in a large chuch building looking up at a very uncomfortable statue of Jesus hanging on the cross suspended from the ceiling. The statue was rendered in gruesome detail; He was covered in cuts and bruises and blood. I got to thinking about how disgusting it seemed that people focused more on the selfish, disconnected-from-the-world aspect of Jesus' sacrifice (Now I won't have to go to Hell, no matter what I do, so long as I repent, lol!) as opposed to his teachings on how to live a good life and be just to others; only a few out of a thousand seem to give a shit about that.