I suppose this is as good a place to start as any. This isn’t so much about my journey, which is available through my about page, but about why I am an atheist right now. In short, I am an atheist because I stopped believing any god or gods exist and because I haven’t been convinced again that one does. These things are true because I am a skeptic.
I am an atheist because I lost my faith. I kept asking questions in class until they asked me to stop, then I asked the priest. His answers were unconvincing, and it all began unraveling from there. While I did spend time on other religions, and even practiced a couple of neo-pagan traditions over the course of 10 years or so, I was an agnostic about the supernatural from that point on.
I am an atheist because I have not been convinced of the existence of any god since I stopped believing in the god of the bible. I have heard and read all the common arguments – many of them in several different flavors – and found them all unconvincing to say the least. To be honest, I find most of them laughable.
I am an atheist because I am a skeptic. I think I can make a pretty strong case for skepticism in general, and in the case of religion, I think my case is about as strong as it gets. You see, we all have a method for determining what we believe and what we don’t. I like to use the rather unoriginal example of the pet ownership claim. If you claim to have a pet dog, I have very little reason to doubt you, seeing as I am fairly confident that dogs exist and that people in these parts commonly own them as pets. I myself have three. If I do doubt you, I might ask for some evidence to support your outlandish claim of dog ownership, and you might point to a half-empty bag of dog food, a bowl, and some feces in the back yard. Case closed. Now, if you tell me you have a pet dragon, we’ve got a whole different tone to the conversation. You see, if you mean scaly, flying, fire-breathing dragons a la Tolkein, I have no good reason to think they exist at all, much less that you have one. If, when I ask to see the dragon, it’s crap, food, or anything else, I get a diversion of some sort… we’ve got a problem.
I am an atheist because I find the idea of the supernatural silly. I can’t disprove the existence of all gods, but then again, I also can’t disprove the existence of the Flying Spaghetti Monster or the Invisible Pink Unicorn. Neither can you. I choose not to have faith in elves, goblins, mermaids, leprechauns, Sekhmet, Merlin, Quetzalcoatl, or David Koresh. I’m guessing you do the same. See, we are both atheists when it comes to countless tribal deities and mythological creatures from the history and vastness of this planet’s people. Now, ask yourself honestly: if I claimed to believe heart and soul in Isis and Osirus, and have faith in his resurrection by her based on writings going back to the Fifth Dynasty, what would you think of that belief system? That’s exactly how I think of the god of Abraham. You might as well be talking about Harry Potter.