No SOLA SCRIPTURA ANYMORE

My life long search for origin of God and Man. Who came first? My conclusion may upset you

My kindergarten era was very rich in spending time around cows, pigs, dogs in our farm. We didn't have TV, video player, and the only radio in the house was in service of my father who listened secretly to the Voice of America and Free Europe channels. What do you expect? It was a communist country in the Europe South-East. You could face incarceration in the reeducation camp if you listen or show admiration for the Wild Free West or Evangelical churches. It was strange to me that every family had to pay tax to the Greek-Orthodox churches even though the entire education system was based on atheism, Darwin evolution theory, and Karl Marx philosophy. We were allowed to attend church whenever we want, for wedding, baby baptism, funeral ceremonies.

Our house was next to the church, so it was a very normal for me to follow the old man clerk to assist the priest in everything except the confessions.
For unknown reasons, I learned to read before I was 7, and besides fairy tales, I accessed the secret place in the attic where my great-grandfather hided the Bible and more Christian booklets.
I enjoyed very much my time during silent times in the church when only me and the old man are inside, but I hated the fact that he never allowed me to step behind the pulpit! At least, he let me help him with the tolls. For that reason, I was thrilled when holy days arrived or even when somebody past away! Shame on me!
Sometimes, he schooled me if I asked him stupid questions like this: "Why did God set the tree of knowledge of good and evil in the garden knowing exactly what were the consequences?"
- "Hey,born-sinner, do not question God's ways or you go to the eternal fire after you leave this life!'
So, I kept quiet, but I couldn't stop thinking..
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And the time came when, in the morning I was reading in bed a fairy tale, it was winter and my mom made the room so hot with extra woodblocks in the stove. I don't remember anything before I fainted, but I woke up in our courtyard where my smart father took me realizing that the extra heat was the cause for my fainting. The strange thing that I never shared with anybody it was the God's voice before I open my eyes and saw my mother crying loudly!
God said: "Go away from me, you, the sinner, to the lake of fire forever!" I was so scared as it was a confirmation of what the old man told me. I was a sinner! I tried a lot of times to record my actions. I don't listen to my parents all the time, i don't help my little sister, I don't finish everything on my plate, I go to sleep very late...and many more! Oh, I was finished!

Nothing I could do! But the time it was in my favor. I started the primary school, and I finished being the first in my class; so it was with my secondary class. The high school was little bit different, but I managed to access and graduate from University.

All those years, the old question never gave me peace! Why God? Yo are omnipresent, knowing everything, controlling, why did you let the Serpent access the Garden knowing that Adam & Eve couldn't distinct between good and evil?
After many years of hard trials, bad experiences, I stopped and analyzed everything concluding that everything bad happened to me turned to be to my advantage and gain. I had so many people who tried to destroy me, but no success.

So, my question changed: Was God's voice when I fainted in my childhood. Attending different churches, with information on many other religious beliefs, I concluded: NO, IT WASN"T the REAL GOD'S VOICE! It was the voice of a Man's created god!

How am I sure of this? What kind of loving God will throw a 7 year-old to the eternal fire, and convert Saul, a killer of hundreds followers of Jesus, into the apostle Paul? Besides, so much pollution!
Despite my thoughts, I was still going to church loving the choir and the tools.

The day came when I noticed my father avoiding the priest all the time. When I asked him why, he just started to laugh: He gave me hard time in grade V at the religion class -my father responded.

His wife was old too, a retired teacher, but she was always very nice to everybody.
Later on, my mother just decided not to go to church anymore. I kept asking about the reason, but I got the answer only when was in high school. She wasn't alone! A lot of women had the same experience,but, fortunately, he retired soon, and moved to his native village.
I laughed....