In March of 1985 I took the plunge and converted to Christianity.
In March of 2003 I told my family that I was an atheist.
I am fortunate in that my family supported my decision. In fact, they strongly encouraged my decision to get off the “Crazy Train” of Christianity. We were Fundamental Baptists and I think that they had just about had enough of the rules and regulations that governed every detail of our lives.
My departure from religion left a major void in my…Continue
Nobody enjoys a good argument more than I do, especially when I’m right. As a counselor though, I am very much aware that most of the time heated arguments only serve to solidify the position one has already taken. Consider the debates we see on the news. Democrats and Republicans regularly skewer
each other. We never see a Republican say “Gosh! You’re right! What was I thinking all this time?” Likewise, Democrats in debate generally don’t suddenly say “Wow! Reaganomics really…
A while ago I had a conversation with a friend on Facebook about dealing with the death of a loved one. This is part of that conversation.
I've been thinking about your note that we as people tend to fear death.
My grandfather was the most ethical man I ever knew. He never went to church and even used to joke that he wasn't worried about going to hell because he would be too busy shaking all of his friend's hands. :)
He died in December of 2000. I was in Chile…
In March of
1985 I had a “born again” experience. I
was 18 years old, about to enter the Air Force, and had been pondering the
meaning of life for quite some time.
When I “accepted Christ as my personal savior” everything fell into
place. Suddenly, there were answers to
all of life’s questions. I was on the
road to heaven and everybody who did not believe was destined for hell. Some of my friends thought that I had lost my
I am fully cognizant that the title of this blog will irritate some. Please be patient with me as I attempt to explain myself.…Continue
My personal journey to atheism was a rather bumpy ride with smooth ending. My parents were not particularly religious. In fact, I never remember going to church as I grew up. Instead, weekends were spent with family at a small lakeside cottage where we would fish for bass, bluegills, and perch.…Continue