Dear Christians,
I'd like to address a sentiment or tendency I've seen from the community of believers upon meeting an ex-Christian who is now an atheist. I haven't personally encountered this sentiment, but after witnessing it I got riled up enough to write about it.
It came up as I was watching a discussion between an atheist and two Christians who tried to call the atheist's old belief into question. Please don't do that. In other words, please don't say, "Oh, you only thought you were a Christian, but you didn't really believe." By saying this, you claim to know what was going on inside the non-believer's head better than he does, and that's a touch insulting. As for me, I was also a conservative while growing up but now I'm a liberal - would you doubt that claim about myself? Or would you insist that I was deceived, saying, "You may have cried when Clinton won in '92 [true story], but that wasn't really conservatism"? I genuinely believed that Jesus was God's son who died on the cross for my sins so I could go to heaven. I still remember asking my mother how to have a relationship with God, because I wanted it for myself. I experienced conviction on numerous occasions; I received the baptism of the Holy Spirit and spoke in tongues; I wept over my sins; I thought I felt God's presence while singing worship songs; I loved studying the Bible and reading apologetics.
I may be sad today, but it doesn't mean I wasn't happy yesterday; the Twin Towers may be gone, but they nevertheless stood for nearly three decades. My faith in God is no different: I had it once, but now I don't. Please don't claim otherwise.
Consider your belief in God at this moment. Now imagine, just for the sake of argument, that in the future you leave your faith. Would that in any way make your current belief less real? Of course not! You believe - right here, right now, regardless of what happens later. To argue otherwise is to hold that only current opinions have any weight. Change sports teams? You never really pulled for the old team. Got a new favorite band? You never loved the previous one. Ditto for your last relationship.
To suggest that my faith in high school wasn't real has some unpleasant side effects for anyone of faith within earshot - including yourself - because it means no matter how much a person may love God in the present, he or she cannot be certain of his or her own belief. Therefore, only the Christian on his deathbed can know his belief was authentic, since he never lost his faith. To put it another way, a believer cannot know if her faith is real since she cannot know the future.
Whew, I think that's all I've got for now. If you've made it this far, thanks. Regardless, I hope you're all doing well.
Wednesday, July 16, 2014
Saturday, June 21, 2014
Open letter about city council invocations
I was so pleased with my letter, I decided to make it public. I've included links to videos so you can see what I'm talking about in the second body paragraph.
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Mayor McFarlane and Councilor Crowder,
Friday, April 18, 2014
Mormon advertising
Saturday, February 15, 2014
A question's been bugging me for the last few days: How many trees do we use to make Bibles every year?
A quick Google shows there are about 100 million Bibles sold every year, with a quarter of that coming from the US. Using that information and the data from this site as well as this forestry guide, I estimate at least one square mile of trees (about 192,000 individual trees) is used each year to print the world's Bibles - and that's being very conservative with my estimates; the actual number could easily be 5-10 times that if no recycled content is used and if the trees are spaced farther apart.
Hooray for nerdery!
Sunday, July 31, 2011
Debt compromise ranting
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Social issues, Wisconsin, and Rich v. Poor
"While Americans want Washington to focus on creating jobs and cutting spending, the president will have to explain why he thinks now is the appropriate time to stir up a controversial issue that sharply divides the nation." - Michael Steel, spokesman for Speaker Boehner, referring to Obama's decision not to enforce the Defense of Marriage Act, which declares that at the federal level marriage is only between a man and a woman.
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Five years!
Five years ago today, my life changed. I've been reflecting on this time given the anniversary, and I hope you enjoy the results. It's kind of fitting that there are rallies across the nation today in response to the recent spate of suicides, because I also came very close to taking my life on this day in 2005. One side note: this is a little patched together from separate attempts to write down my feelings, and I haven't had time to blend each piece. Without further ado...
In the fall of 2005, my thyroid gave out suddenly and I plunged into an acute, suicidal depression. Without question, it was the worst experience of my life: In a matter of hours, the world transformed from a system I knew to a place of darkness and terror. I stayed in bed all day, transfixed by visions of suicide, yet that horrible cinema was my only sanctuary from turning my grotesque screenplay into a grisly one-man show. I couldn’t stay, but I couldn’t go.
I had to leave
After the first months of shock, I began to build a new life: getting an apartment, finding a job, attending a class the next fall and another in the spring. Even with this progress, I still tried not to focus on why I had suffered and was still suffering so much; I only cried out in pain. For a time I felt numb, going through the motions of my previous life, but looking back, my actions resemble those of a man who stubbornly tends his garden after all his plants have burned. Even now, I am grateful for those plants; even now, they nourish my new life as they disintegrate into the soil below. I had always heard of suffering; now I knew what it was. My faith in God has never recovered; I’ve had to find a worldview that makes sense to me.
I thought I knew my world, but it was only an illusion. The picture in front of my eyes was torn away, leaving me to blink and bleed in a new light. What I took for darkness was reality piercing my retinas, searing them with more information than I could handle. I groped about for my old mask, the old painting, but now it seems darkly cartoonish; a strange distortion of reality. For nearly two years I fiddled with the old picture, but it never matched up with what I saw on That Day.
...and now I have to go to bed. Not one of my best posts, but I promised myself I'd put up something today. There's a second part to this story; hopefully I can post it in the next few days (though I'm not making any promises...).