I’ve said here and elsewhere that the process that led to my deconversion began about five years ago or so, as I finally began to seriously question many of the beliefs I’d been taught growing up. This is the truth; I didn’t begin to really challenge my own beliefs until around that time. However, as I’ve had time to think about the years of my adult life, I’ve realized that perhaps there were seeds planted here and there, tiny cracks in the wall which formed without my even realizing it, that sufficiently weakened my foundation of faith enough ahead of time to eventually allow me to pulverize it completely when the time was right. Looking back now, I think I’ve pin-pointed the exact moment when that first seed lodged itself somewhere deep inside my brain.
It was March 20, 2009. The air date of the series finale of Battlestar Galactica. (more…)
One of the most difficult things I’ve ever gone through was hearing my 11-year-old daughter Claire tell me she was worried about me going to Hell when I die. The worst part about it was knowing that I was the one who’d taught her about Hell in the first place. All through Claire’s life up to that point, my wife and I did our best to raise her the way we thought God desired. We took her to church, we prayed, we even led her to salvation by accepting Jesus as her lord and savior. By the time our second daughter Mae was born, the seeds of doubt had slowly planted themselves somewhere deep inside of me. By the time Helen came along a couple of years later, I was already on an irreversible course toward leaving my faith behind altogether. I eventually found myself in the unenviable position of telling my family I no longer believed in God, and in a series of difficult and uncomfortable conversations, that talk with Claire was the worst. (more…)
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