OrpheusAgonistes
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This isn't exactly what you're looking for, because in my late teens and early 20s I made various halfhearted efforts to believe in half-baked interpretations of assorted Eastern religions/ways of liberation. But the pivotal moment when I lost my faith in Christianity, and more or less lost my capacity to have blind faith in any religion, came when I was 13. My father was having surgery (which ended happily) and I was speaking with my pastor, who was a man of true faith. I'd read more theology than the average 13 year old, and we were talking about a few theological puzzles that kind of fascinated me. He was very indulgent and patient as we spoke, but he eventually tried abruptly to steer the conversation to the comfort and solace that I was supposed to be finding in God's superabundant love and grace. I remember being polite and deferential, but also kind of troubled. It had never occurred to me, for some reason, exactly what it was supposed to mean that a personal God was out there somewhere, keeping watch. I'd learned all my lessons, I knew the Bible and various glosses on the Bible. I could say all the creeds and explain what each line meant. I enjoyed the attention that a precocious and outwardly devout, somewhat pompous little boy received from adults in church. But at the end of the day, when I was supposed to reach out to God for some kind of comfort, I knew with a stone cold certainty that there was just nothing there. It took some time after that for me to come to terms with being a nonbeliever, but after that one moment the fall from grace was a fait accompli. For a long time after that I still prayed occasionally, but it was mechanical, habitual, and I was never on my knees.
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What I cannot create, I do not understand.--Feynman Every sentence I have written here is the product of some disease.-- Wittgenstein
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