Maybe, this is my mild form of a teenage rebellion. Maybe it's proof that as time goes on, we stray from the beliefs of those before us, looking for answers somewhere else.

Religion confuses me. Thinking about it, I feel as though it's almost degrading. We're led to believe that we're all sinners, unworthy of love from the one who is supposed to love us all. The constant mantra of how we are unworthy of His love, of Heaven makes me want to find something more uplifting. Why do we have to christen our babies? They haven't sinned. They can't even express themselves yet, how can they possibly be guilty of anything? Babies are pure, and perfect. Proof, this is, that no one can get away from the harsh message. If God is allowed to make us all into sinners, into bad people, who decided He was worthy? Why is He worthy of our love, our devotion, our worship? Why am I a sinner? Why am I forced to feel so imperfect.
I feel like we use religion as a super power. God is Mr. X, and we are all the civillians. Pastors, Priests, Fathers alike are all the X-Men, and they all try to "save" us from the enemies (Other religions, naturally). It's almost like a popularity contest of sorts. It provides us with a shell, something to hide behind.
Why do we believe in God? Because our parents did? Because their parents did?

I think I just need some unbiased, spiritual guidance.