There are delusions, some of which are centuries old, which endure despite overwhelming evidence against them, evidence available to anyone with an honest interest in verifying or falsifying his convictions. They testify to the power of the will to believe what one prefers, rather than accept the verdict of unaccommodating reality.” - Unknown


In the summer of 1977 I became a born-again Christian.  I sincerely prayed the sinners prayer and asked Jesus into my heart. That experience, more than any other single event, shaped much of the next 25 years of my life.

Sometime during the year of 2002 or 2003, I became an ex-Christian (extian for short). I can’t narrow down the time period more because it was a process (one that I initially resisted and fought against), not a single event. To some, this may seem akin to changing your Doctor or your brand of ice cream, but to those that have dedicated their lives (emotions, time, energy, money, talent, hopes, etc.) to Christianity this is a very BIG thing.

Those who instantly reacted to the above paragraph with thoughts like: “he was probably never really a Christian”, or “he simply wants freedom to sin” can stop reading at this point.  You’ve probably already rationalized away my experience sufficiently to make yourself comfortable, so there’s no point in your reading further.  A closed mind is a closed mind, and no words I write will change that.

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Purpose of this Document


For those that are still reading and really want to understand my experience I’ll try to explain it as clearly and honestly as I can. Why am I writing this?  What happened?  Who influenced me?  What am I now?  These are the questions I hope to answer with this article.


I’m not writing this for my own sake (as I’m currently as satisfied with my life as I’ve ever been), but for the sake of Christian friends and family that care for me and are likely to have a hard time understanding what happened. I’m also writing this for others that may be in the midst of the deconversion process themselves.  I know firsthand that it’s an emotionally difficult process to have your world turned upside down and knowing that others (there are really far more extians than most Christians realize) have been through it is comforting.


This is not intended to be an attack of Christianity (though I don’t hide the questions/thinking that occurred in my mind during this process) or an apologetic of some new belief system I have, but primarily the story of my own personal experience. This will be a long story, because it was a long process.  I’ll start early in my own life to cover both the process of becoming a Christian and the process of leaving it.  For without both parts of the story, readers that didn’t know me well may too easily discount my sincerity as a Christian.  After having devoted 25 years of my life to knowing and serving Christ I find that suggestion insulting.  I don’t mind being told I’m wrong (as we’re all sometimes wrong about things), but I do mind any inference that I spent 25 years of my life pretending.  I esteem truth and honesty too much to allow a judgment like that to go unchallenged.



The Conversion Process


One of my earliest memories is crawling around on the floor between the pews in the little Baptist church we attended.  At the age of 3 or 4, I didn’t understand much about Christian doctrine or Jesus, but I clearly sensed that they were both very important.  So at a young age, my indoctrination into a Christian belief system started.


Over the next 10 - 12 years of my life, church attendance was sporadic at best.  Most Sundays were spent playing, working, or watching an occasional TV preacher that caught my attention (my Mom regularly watched them).  But the concept of there being a God and the importance of the Bible and Jesus were still present in my mind and home.


In my middle teen years, my curiosity of spiritual things and the big questions started to increase.  Since the Bible was the only religious book around our home, I naturally started trying to read it (on several occasions).  But without someone telling me what it meant, I didn’t get much out of my initial efforts.


When I was 16, a Youth Pastor/Intern came to our neighborhood church.  He invited me to their youth group, and after repeated encouragements from my Mother I decided to go.  Though it seemed a little weird at first, the people, music, and teaching created a pleasant experience for me.  My best friend had moved away 2 years earlier and several of my other friends were drifting more distant, so the additional social contacts were nice.  You could say I was lonely that summer and the youth group provided the social network I wanted.  This social network, I now believe, is the primary reason most people join churches and adopt the belief systems promoted within them.


After several weeks of hearing about sin and our need for forgiveness, driving home one night from a youth meeting I felt an overwhelming sense of guilt (I now look back at it as emotional manipulation, but then I felt it was real and needed immediate action).  So, according to what I’d understood after a few meetings I asked Jesus to forgive me and come into my life.  It was a tearful heartfelt experience done with as much sincerity as anything I’ve ever done in my life.  The next week I told the Youth Pastor about what happened.  He took me aside and carefully explained the 4 spiritual laws to make sure I really understood what becoming a Christian meant.  Then he had me say the sinners prayer again, just to make sure.  The sense of peace and joy were tremendous.  I felt that I was now a new creation, ready to live the rest of my life as a Christian.


At the time I was assured that the spiritual/emotional sensation I felt was from God.  People repeatedly confirmed that notion, by saying it was the Holy Spirit in my heart.  Later in life I discovered that people of all faiths (and even no faith) can experience the same spiritual/emotional feelings, though they are generally described with different terminology (e.g. Mormons call it the “burning in the bosom”).


The spiritual/emotional experience was quickly followed by the realities of life.  Soon I was back in High School, surrounded by non-Christian friends, and the Youth Pastor left to finish his schooling.  The next couple years were a bit of a spiritual roller coaster for me.  While weeks of Bible camp (indoctrination), youth retreats, or scripture memory competition would bring me up, there were also periods of declines in my faith when doubts and questions arose.  I faithfully read the New Testament and large sections of the Old Testament during this time and earnestly tried to draw close to God, but at times God simply felt distant or absent.


In my 3rd year of college I made a firm rededication of my life to God that steadfastly stuck for the next 20 years.  One night, alone in my car, desperately wanting to experience closeness with God, I cried out for God to show me he was real.  I remember saying that “Thomas doubted and was given real proof”, why couldn’t I be given some?  At that moment the verse 2 Corinthians 5:7 “For we walk by faith, not by sight” came into my mind.  I instantly grasped that as a miraculous message from God (though I now consider it a normal psychological experience given that I’d memorized the verse previously and was under great emotional stress).  After that moment, I moved forward as a reinvigorated committed Christian, with all former doubts and unanswered questions forever gone (or so I thought).



Was I Really a Christian?


The next phase of my life would best describe me as a maturing devoted Christian.  I was by nature a fairly disciplined person, so the practices of daily devotional Bible reading, prayer, and spiritual journaling generally came fairly easy for me.  I studied the Bible seriously and memorized hundreds of verses (daily reviewing them at work so I’d have instant recall).  I’d often read large sections of the Bible in a short period of time (reading the entire New Testament one weekend) because of my hunger to know and draw near to God.  Prayer or singing praise songs while driving in my car, were common habits for me.


Church leaders apparently spotted some potential in me so they encouraged me in various areas of ministry and actively sought to help me grow.  I met with leaders regularly and, in addition to my regular Bible reading, I was also encouraged to read numerous good Christian books.  Those read included books by CS Lewis (virtually all), Francis Schaeffer (complete works), RC Sproul, AW Tozier, AW Pink, Martin Luther, JI Packer, Josh McDowell, etc., etc.  I also read various classic devotional books (e.g. “Imitation of Christ”, “What Would Jesus Do”, “In His Steps”), and entire volumes of the classic Matthew Henry bible commentaries.  This intense indoctrination period made me a decent Apologist eager to defend the faith against others, but it also served to further squelch those previously unanswered questions and doubts without really addressing them.


By my late 20’s, I was near the top of leadership in a large conservative Evangelical church, serving in several important ministry roles (even considering full-time ministry).  I truly believed in everything that I was a part of and loved God with all my heart, mind, and soul.  I was happy during that phase of my life.  Who wouldn’t be?  I knew with certitude that I had the ultimate truth and would spend eternity in heaven.  I had many good Christian friends, people respected and admired me, and I was always involved in fulfilling ministry opportunities.   Life was good.  There was no reason on earth I would want to change things.


Perhaps a few snippets from my spiritual journals will provide a glimpse into my mind/soul during this period:


10/26/87 – Jesus knows what is in a man.  He knows my doubts, my hurts, my motivations, my covetousness, my love, my hate.  He doesn’t need me to say “You see Jesus, this is the way men are…”, because he already knows.  He too lived as a man.  What a comfort it is to have a personal Savior!

1/17/89 – Moses command to the people was to “stand firm, do not be afraid … The Lord will fight for you.”  What a way to respond to trials!  Help me Lord to respond to my life’s difficulties and trials in this way.

11/25/96 – God is omnipresent.  When I feel alone, He is there with me.  When I’ve done something stupid, He is there with me.  When I’m happy, He is there with me.  When I’m sad, He is there with me.  When I go to the mountains … ocean, He is there with me.  When I pray, He is there with me.  When I think God has forsaken me, He is there with me.


I write the above things, not to boast about how great I was, but to demonstrate that my faith and my relationship with Christ were the center of my life.  I was just as devout, earnest, and committed in my faith as any other Christian you’ve probably met (including yourself) or will meet.  If, as some would like to believe, I couldn’t really have been a Christian, then how, may I ask, can anyone know that they (or their Pastors, spouse, parents, children, favorite author, etc.) are?  If I wasn’t a Christian then I deceived not only my family and friends, but my Pastors, Elders, accountability group members, entire congregations, and even myself for over 20 years.  If I wasn’t a Christian, then what, pray tell, makes anyone a Christian?  If it’s not believing with all your heart in who Jesus was and what he did for you on the cross, committing your life to loving and obeying Him, and striving daily (even moment by moment) to have an intimate personal relationship with Him, then what does it mean to be a Christian?  If I could be self-deceived for all those years, then maybe you too (if you still consider yourself a Christian) are deceived, maybe no one is really a Christian.



Exposure to Other Christians


In late 1995, family and job circumstances resulted in our moving away from the area where my wife (a wonderful Christian girl I married right after my senior year of college) and I had our 3 biological children.  It was sad to leave the area where we’d known and ministered too and with so many wonderful people for the past 12 years, but after much prayer and discussion we felt it was according to Gods leading.  The next 4 or 5 years, at least from our perspective, seemed pretty much like a continuation of the previous 12.  I continued in ministry, primarily leading worship (turning down another Eldership role), and remained convinced the claims of Christianity were true.  But some things slowly started to change in the way I viewed Christianity.


Our previous 12 years had consisted of a pretty homogeneous group of Christian contacts, now we were meeting and spending time with Christians of a slightly different flavor.  They still held to the fundamental essentials of the faith (e.g. personal relationship, deity of Christ, virgin birth, resurrection, atonement for sin, Bible inerrancy, etc.), but there were differences that caused me to start questioning again.  Some of these people would be considered extreme literalists, some held “odd” end-time views, some questioned the rightful role of paid clergy vs. lay ministers, some emphasized a young earth creation view, some worshiped in homes vs. church buildings, some believed in the prophetic gifts, some didn’t believe in the prophetic gifts, some spoke in tongues, etc., etc.  None of these differing views of doctrinal issues, on their own, had any notable effect on me, but combined they implanted the question in my mind about how one could know that they interpret the Bible correctly.



People Really Are Very Credulous


In the late 1990’s, two things happened that caused me to conclude that most people are very credulous (I mean that as a human trait, not an insult).  The first, was the start of the Urban Legend e-mail phenomenon.  For the first time in history, stories/myths/rumors (that long ago moved slowly from village to village by word of mouth) rapidly spread throughout the world as e-mails were passed from friend to friend to friend.  What was most shocking about this to me, was that almost no one seemed to made any effort to check the truthfulness or falsehood of an e-mail before forwarding it.  I don’t consider these people stupid for forwarding things (I may have even succumbed to it a few times myself), they were simply human.  And humans tend to trust their friends.  So if X sent this to me, then it must by true because X is my friend and he doesn’t lie.  And that’s how the unending chain of false rumors spread.  Similar to what probably happened in the first two centuries of Christianity.


The second thing that convinced me of peoples credulousness in the late 1990’s, was the Y2K computer scare.  In late 1998, I attended a community meeting (I was invited by a friend because I’m a computer Engineer) with a guest speaker that was quite fearful of what might happen when computer clocks around the world turned over to the year 2000.  The speaker had tons of supposedly solid evidence of a pending disaster and warned us all to start preparing our survival gear before the public panic began.  I pretty much wrote the speaker off as a nut-case with too much time on his hands (as I instantly recognized some of his claims as extremely improbable or even impossible).


But my exposure to the Y2K fear-mongering, didn’t end that night.  In fact, I began hearing more and more about it, even from previously highly respected Christian leaders on TV and radio.  So I undertook the project of reading virtually everything I could read about the subject and trying to offer a voice of reason to people.  I started writing a sort of Y2K e-mail newsletter that ended up getting distributed all around the country to 1000’s of people. 


One Sunday afternoon, while watching a highly respected Christian minister giving a sermon on the Y2K threat, I was shocked to hear him confidently assert error after error and spread countless half-truths.  Since by now I was truly an expert on the sermon subject, I knew instantly that this minister had definitely not done any serious study or research before giving his sermon.  He obviously listened to a few “trusted” sources and spread the misinformation he’d been told as if it were a message directly from God.  If he had been the only one, I would have soon forgot, but there were numerous respected Christian leaders acting like chicken-little.  The thought that filled my head each time I heard or read one of them was “how can I ever trust them on spiritual matters, which they assert are true, when it’s clear to me that they also assert things I know to be falsehoods?”  If they don’t do adequate study before preaching/writing about Y2K, why should I trust that they do adequate study before preaching/writing about spiritual matters?


I realize that not every Christian leader was duped by the Y2K fear-mongers.  But enough of them were to support my conclusion that most people are pretty credulous.  And this is especially true when you add fear to the equation.  Fear and sound logical thinking usually don’t go together.  Fear of the unknown or the concept of hell has the same effect on logic.


These 2 things led me to question my previous faith in church leaders (both current and in the early church when the Bible was canonized).  But until I was over the busyness Y2K imposed on my life (reading, writing, and debating) I didn’t give it much thought.



The Questions Begin


Sometime in 1999 or 2000, I heard for the first time a man that I long knew as a serious Christian had left the church.  My entire Christian life, that concept had never even remotely seemed like a possibility.  Sure I’d witnessed people give their testimonies and then fade away a few months later into their former sin filled lifestyle, but they were easy to discount as mere backsliders or they never really understood Christianity.  This time it was different.  The man who left, hadn’t divorced his wife, gone into alcoholism, or a homosexual lifestyle,  apparently he had simply become convinced that the Christian beliefs he’d held for 25+ years were false and no longer tenable.  Though I saw him once at a birthday party, after hearing this, I never discussed it with him.  Still the question of what possibly could be wrong with him (or what did he know that I didn’t know) entered my mind.


In addition to this first man, I also became aware of at least 3 other people (long term committed Christians) that had left the faith.  One I heard about was a Wycliffe missionary out in the field, when he started his deconversion process.  Though I didn’t hear his name and full story at the time or until after I too left the faith, I’ve since discovered who he was and had contact with him.  Our experiences (the questions we had and the process we went through) were actually quite similar.


With Y2K behind me, I finally had time to start evaluating my experiences of the past few years.  The questions came rapidly this time, and ignoring them wasn’t an option.


I remember one evening in Spring of 2000 taking a walk with my wife.  The questions had been bottled up inside my own mind and prayers, but finally I had to express them to somebody.  I can’t remember the exact words, but basically they were along these lines: “What if we are wrong?”  “How can I be so certain I can trust that the early leaders of the church selected the right books for the Bible, when current church leaders argue and make mistakes all the time?”  “How can I be confident that so many other seemingly sincere, intelligent, decent people in other religious faiths are wrong and I am right?”


In June of 2000, I made the following entries in my journal:


I'm adrift in the ocean of the Christian religion.  For over 20 years I've been a Christian.  I've read, prayed, studied, been devout in performing all the right things, but over the past couple years something has changed.  I find myself questioning the basis of my faith.  Am I a Calvinist?  Am I an Armenian?   Do I believe in the literal or figurative interpretation of this passage or that passage?  How much is the translated version of the Bible I use tainted by the cultural influences and sinful nature of the translators?  Which Greek manuscripts are really the correct ones? 


… At times I've been in emotional turmoil over these issues.  At other times, I try to ignore them, but the questions keep returning.  I want to know God with all my heart, soul, and mind, but I'm having a hard time separating who God is from who man has said He is.


… I no longer want to avoid doubts, but face my pursuit of truth head on.  If a Christian's faith is so fragile that exposure to other ideas in the world causes it to crumble, then I'd question the validity of that faith.  Many Fundamentalist think it is necessary to isolate themselves (and shut off their minds to outside thoughts) or they will be corrupted.  But if God is the God of truth, then the pursuit of truth is good and right.  Blind easy believism of Fundamentalist doctrines (simply because someone respected has told you they are true) no longer has any appeal to me at all.  My faith will either grow stronger or totally collapse. 



Time For A Little Study


Initially, I thought all I needed was some clarification and I’d been fine.  Some intense Bible study, a few apologetics books, and some prayer should clear things up for me, I thought.  It was like I had a case of the flu and just needed the right spiritual medicine.


One event that Summer that stood out, came during a sermon.  For a few days, my Pastor and I had been discussing an end-times related doctrinal issue (one I felt he emphasized to dogmatically, not allowing grace for diverse views historically held by some Christians) and he addressed it during his sermon.  At one point of his sermon, he looked right at me and referring to books that taught alternate end-time views to his own labeled them as dangerous and basically said something to the effect of “Christians shouldn’t read those kind of books.”  I had an instant flash-back to a conversation with a Mormon long ago, where the Mormon said their leaders tell them not to read those books that are critical of Mormonism.  I had told the Mormon, that seemed like mind control (not allowing exposure to anything contrary to approved doctrine), and now here I was experiencing the same attempt at mind control from an Evangelical Christian Pastor.  What if I had been raised Mormon, should I take that kind of advice from their leaders?


In the Fall, I started a parallel study of the 4 Gospels, to convince myself that they gave a consistent account of Jesus life.  Using Internet resources (i.e. Greek Lexicons and multi-version searchable Bibles) I spent many hours reading, searching, and thinking.  What I discovered was that there were numerous inconsistencies.  Sure I could explain them away using creative interpretations and grammatical gymnastics, but if I didn’t assume they were inerrant it made more sense.  It seemed much more probable that there were indeed human generated errors, rather than that my creative explanations were true.  I certainly expected that God would have the ability to create more unambiguous and consistent written documents for mankind (especially if our eternal destinies depended on them).


After buying several apologetics books, I started in earnest to convince myself once again of the truths of Christianity.  The first two were: “The Canon of Scripture” – FF Bruce and “The Case for Christ” – Lee Strobel.  I figured these would address two of my concerns.  First, that we have the right books in our Bible, and second that I properly understood who Christ was.  I was greatly disappointed in both books.  While Bruce’s was very scholarly sounding, it basically came down to “these are the right books because those that were in religious-political power during the 4th century said they were.”  I also learned a lot about how much controversy there was regarding which books to include.  Strobel’s book was an even bigger disappointment.  While I hoped for a courtroom type debate, all I got was a one-sided presentation of dogma that didn’t always seem to use sound logic.  Stobel was no more asking tough questions than a defense attorney asks his own client on the witness stand.


About this same time I came across a verse in Proverbs and a quote that really struck me.


"The first person to speak in court always seems right until his opponent begins to question him" - Proverbs 18:17


"The only way in which a human being can make some approach to knowing the whole of a subject, is by hearing what can be said about it by persons of every variety of opinion, and studying all modes in which it can be looked at by every character of mind. No wise man ever acquired his wisdom in any mode but this" - John Stuart Mill


I realized that I had only heard one view represented in the court of truth.  As a credulous 16 year-old youth, I heard a Youth Pastor present his case and I accepted it without any study or questioning.  I had been sufficiently indoctrinated as a youth to merely accept what I was told.  The next 20+ years were basically listening only to collaborators, never any serious cross examination.  I had not read a single book that promoted evolution (only creationist books that attacked it).  I had not read a single book that presented a case for Atheism (only Christian belittlements of their intellect).  I had not read a single book for Judaism, Islam, Hinduism, Buddhism, or a host of other non-Christian perspectives.  I certainly had not pursued knowing the whole of the subject of Christianity, as John Stuart Mill recommends.


So at this point I decided that if truth is more important to me than dogma (and I felt it was) then I must be willing to hear opponents challenge my own long-held belief system.



The Search For Truth Continues


"If you would be a real seeker after truth, you must at least once in your life doubt, as far as possible, all things." Rene Descartes, Discours de la Méthode. 1637.


I didn’t want to leave Christianity.  I didn’t want to admit that I could have been wrong for over 20 years.  Though I had committed myself to finding the truth by allowing the cross examination of my own belief system, I had no idea how much time that would entail, nor did I expect the end result.


I spent some time reading articles about Greek Orthodoxy, Roman Catholicism, and Judaism.  I read books about the first few centuries of Christianity and discovered that the doctrinal differences we see today pale to the vast differences that existed then (each group claiming they were the true followers of Christ).  I saw that key doctrines actually evolved over several hundred years.  I read books about early manuscripts and discovered subtle differences that affect key doctrines I’d long been assured were true.  I read on-line debates about various theological issues (e.g. resurrection of Christ, inspiration of the Bible, etc.)  A few more pro-Christian apologetics books (this time using the resources of the Internet to read counter arguments), and my doubts only intensified.


The first actual anti-Christian book I read was “Atheism: The Case Against God”, by George Smith.  I figured it would be easy for me to see through the logical flaws (as Atheism was not even considered remotely feasible by myself at this point) since I’d become quite good at dissecting apologetic arguments.  To my surprise, the book completely shot down my own arguments for God’s existence (which I had still thought were solid).  While it didn’t convince me Atheism was true, it certainly made a serious dent in my faiths body armor.


The next year or so, I kind of oscillated between considering myself a moderate Christian or an agnostic Deist.  I still highly valued the moral aspects of Christian teaching and wanted to love God, but the supernatural parts of Jesus works in the Bible were becoming untenable.


I remember thinking that if someone today came and told me a person walked across the water, I wouldn’t believe him without significant additional evidence.  I understand the laws of Physics sufficiently to know that such a feat cannot be done without some sort of floatation device or suspension.  If the person telling me hadn’t seen it firsthand, I’d simply shrug it off as hearsay (urban legend).  If the person claimed to have seen it firsthand, I’d question either his honesty, drug/alcohol usage, or eyesight (knowing that eye witnesses are often wrong or inconsistent in reporting what they saw).  If there were collaborating witnesses, I’d start to consider the claim worthy of further examination.  I’d want to have some sort of experienced skeptic examine the details to see if any trickery was used and I’d also try to see a repeat performance of the event myself.  In other words, I would require extraordinary evidence for an extraordinary claim.  However, if I lived thousands of years ago in a superstitious pre-scientific society, I probably would have believed the claim, as myths of miraculous things were commonly spread and believed then.


As my study continued, I discovered Jesus teachings weren’t nearly as original as I’d previously thought.  I found that other religious leaders claims (even recently) and their feats had often been greatly exaggerated well beyond reality by overzealous followers.  Then there were the earlier stories of virgin born god-men and resurrected people, which were commonly believed and accepted by the credulous pre-scientific people back then.  Too many extraordinary claims and too little evidence.


If God wanted to communicate with mankind, couldn’t He be a little more frequent and direct? How come Jesus never made any mention of the coming New Testament? If evil was a necessary byproduct to give us the free choice to love God, then will evil exist in heaven or will we not have free choice? Are we really expected to dig through the morass of legends and manuscripts to determine what really happened and what was merely the creation of credulous overzealous followers?  On and on the questions went, with no satisfactory answers available (other than choose to believe without any evidence).



Time To Face Facts


"I'm no longer prepared to accept what people say and what's written in books, I must think things out for myself, and try to find my own answer." - Ibsen


During the Winter of 2003, I finally realized that I couldn’t suppress the obvious conclusion that I was no longer a Christian.  All hopes of clinging onto the edge of Christianity, perhaps in a main-stream or liberal denomination, or any other branch of Christianity, were over.  The questions in my mind had become doubts and the doubts had become solid unbelief.  Unbelief that Jesus was who today’s Christians say he was.  Unbelief that the Bible is uniquely better than all other books to give me insight into truth.  Unbelief that God would act in the ways anonymous authors from 1000’s of years ago say He acted.  Unbelief that kind loving people I knew who didn’t happen to hold certain doctrinal beliefs deserved eternal punishment in order to somehow gratify an omnipotent deity. Unbelief.


 “I'll go with science's evidence without certainty over religion's certainty without evidence” - Unknown


“What do I believe now?”, you may be asking.  I’m a lot less clear on what I do believe than I am on what I don’t believe.  I don’t believe Christianity, but that doesn’t mean I have to instantly replace it with some alternative belief system which answers everything.  Though certitude in thinking you know something (right or wrong) may provide comfort to some people, I’ve found that I can have great peace while realizing that there are a lot of things I don’t know and will never know.  I thrive on the freedom to explore whatever philosophical, religious, or scientific issues interests me without preconceived notions that whatever doesn’t fit into worldview XYZ can’t possibly be true.


“When I do good, I feel good; when I do bad, I feel bad, and that is my religion” – Abraham Lincoln


I still basically live according to the same moral ideals that I’ve held all my life (before, during, and now after Christianity).  I was raised and conditioned with those ideals and they are more ingrained into me than any mystical belief system.  Honesty, kindness, charity, and love are good things and I strive to model them in my life.  I am generally happy, joyful, eager to tackle life’s challenges, committed to my wife (who, through her own process of questions and evaluation, happily joins me in unbelief) and kids, and full of love for life.


 “What if I’m wrong?”, you ask.  I would suggest you read about the logical fallacies of Pascal’s Wager, because the same question could be asked of you regarding other religions.

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