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393 pages, Kindle Edition
Published February 2, 2021
If I went against God, I risked the eternity of hell. Disobeying God had never been a realistic option for me, no matter what Christians wanted to believe about free will. We all knew God's love wasn't unconditional if hell existed. Jesus was very clear that it did.
How many other children were out there pretending to feel God's love? How many of them were faking manifestations of the Holy Spirit because they could no longer endure being told there was a sin in their life that left them unworthy of truly experiencing God? How many others were feeling left out? Alone? Ignored? Abandoned? If God loved me, why had He never touched me? Why wasn't I worth it? How could I still, after all this time, believe in a God who had never believed in me?
Only once I left Christianity did I fully see how unkind it had made me.
Faith was dangerous because when people were convinced of things invisible, there was no limit to what they might justify in the name of their unprovable conviction. I knew most people were kind, helpful, and good-intentioned. So were the conmen of my childhood. Wolves were not disguised as sheep, but as shepherds.
How my parents, siblings, and I went to the same churches and came away with completely different experiences is just one more testament to the diversity of neurological makeup. It is also indicative of the difference between being born into a belief system, where your brain develops in that framework, and choosing it as a fully developed adult like my parents had, better equipped to discard any aspects that don't ring true. When I was a child, everything rang true to me. Why would people be saying things they didn't mean?