People love to argue about religion.
Not to understand it. Not to live it. But to win.
Most religious debates I’ve witnessed have nothing to do with God. They’re ego contests dressed up as morality plays. Whoever talks louder, quotes more, or sounds more certain gets to feel superior for a moment. And somehow, that’s supposed to be spiritual.
What’s wild is how fast compassion disappears in these conversations. The moment someone feels challenged, curiosity dies. Listening stops. Mercy is the first thing sacrificed. Suddenly it’s not about truth anymore, it’s about defending an identity that feels fragile underneath all that confidence.
People say they’re protecting their faith, but what they’re really protecting is their version of themselves. The one who needs to be right. The one who can’t tolerate doubt. The one who learned religion as a set of rules instead of a practice of humility.
I’ve noticed the loudest arguments almost always come from the least embodied faith. People who actually live their values don’t feel the need to police everyone else. They’re too busy practicing restraint, discipline, forgiveness, and self-examination, the unappealing parts no one likes to post about.
And let’s be honest: social media made this worse. Outrage is rewarded. Nuance is ignored. Being gentle doesn’t go viral, but being cruel with a holy caption does. So people turn belief into a performance and God into a prop.
I had to stop engaging in religious arguments. Not because I don’t care, but because I refuse to confuse aggression with conviction. I’m not interested in debating God with people who can’t treat other humans with basic decency.
People have become disgusting with their tongues online.
If your faith makes you harsher, more arrogant, and quicker to judge, that’s not devotion, it’s insecurity wearing a halo. Real belief should make you quieter, not louder. Softer, not sharper. More self-critical, not obsessed with everyone else’s flaws.
I don’t need people to agree with me about God. I need them to stop using Him as a weapon.
Honestly, Vanessa 