I see …though I am still failing to understand clearly here, because while you do say that belief in Jesus is necessary, you also say that people from “all cultures and regions will be among the saved.” How is that going to work exactly? In cultures and regions that do not have christianity and have not heard of Jesus?
As for my personal situation : I understand why my or anyone else’s parents would try to impose their beliefs on their offspring and I think that is very natural. However this went from my early childhood all the way until when I left for college, using “Church” as a punishment for any wrong doing or as a threat. Essentially, when I was young, my entire life was held at ransom - “If you don’t go to church willingly and obediently, then you’re grounded.” And such. When that did not work, it became more “Get in the car and go to church now, don’t make me get the belt.” The belt of course being their favorite implement of physical punishment. I was probably 13 or 14 at that time. This did not make me see religion as something fulfilling and spiritual and good, but rather as something I had to do or suffer the consequences.
However once I started college it became rather ridiculous, I wasn’t a child anymore, I was over 21, living on my own, and made my own decision to NOT attend church - I had no interest in it, and seeing as it had always been something that had been force-fed down my throat. My parents helped me financially a bit with my tuition, but there was always the threat of “If you don’t go to church every sunday, then we’re not paying your tuition!” And “If you don’t go to church every sunday, we’re taking the car! (They had given me an automobile previously for school commuting, but they held it over my head for years afterward.)”
I don’t want to argue right or wrong of what they did -
My personal feeling is that it was more than was necessary, particularly once I was no longer living with them and it was clear I had chosen another path for myself. You however may feel that they were completely justified in telling me every day from age 5 to age 25 that I was going to hell and whipping me on the back with a leather belt if I ever argued that I didn’t want to go to church or didn’t believe in God. Parenting differs you know? And I am not interested in ‘right or wrong’ only results. The result is, Religion was Punishment (or rather, the acceptance of Religion at least in a shallow way was the avoidance of punishment).
Eventually this got to be too much, and I cut myself off from them, gave them back everything they could hold over me, moved as far away as I could get and built my own life without their conditional support. I do love my parents, and I think its a great shame that their refusal to accept my ‘atheism’ or ‘skepticism’ injured our relationship so much. But there you have it.
Anyway, the point for me is that I feel rather tainted. Whenever I think of god, jesus, the bible, church, any of it, always in the back of my mind is my childhood and how religion was, put very simply, something my parents used to control me. My atheism is a related but separate matter, I’m one of those I-need-proof peoples – way too much science fiction I guess XD.
But I digress big time XD.
I guess my difficulty is, I like clear conlusions and you could tell me that it was raining outside and I’d open the window to check. I don’t take anything on ‘faith’ and something as big as this, I need to feel it. When I was young and the punishment was intense, I remember crawling into the chapel on my knees begging God to help me find faith, to help these weekly trips have some meaning, then later just to touch me so I could know he was there. And nothing - maybe my skepticism has blocked any of the receptors that you would need to feel such a thing. I’m completely clouded with doubt, and I really kinda feel like I’ve done what I can to try and accept these things…I’ve read the bible several times, I’ve even subsequently voluntarily attended churches of different denominations, trying to feel something, anything. I’ve tried prayer, but eventually stopped because I never felt anything. I just can’t bring myself to believe that there is anything out there, as much as I want there to be, you know?
About 6 years ago, when someone gave me the “God has a plan” line for a tragedy in my life, I went, I tried to pray, I tried to find that faith, that something - but I just could not. I essentially just broke it off like, Ok God, I’m here, I’m listening, I’m willing, I want to be filled with this faith and joy and belief but I’ve come as far as I can. Your move, God.
There hasn’t been an answer. All I can guess is, I’m doing it wrong, and I know that the way religion was presented to me is probably part of the reason.
So does this mean that, despite being a moral upstanding citizen, helping the poor, the suffering, being a genuinely benevolent person (at least, I think so…) obeying the laws of man ( and God, though as I said, not out of devotion just out of ‘agreement’) that I will (according to Christianity) be condemned to hell because I can’t make the conceptual leap?