Getting A Faith-Lift
The relief I felt when it dawned on me that there may not be a benevolent (or otherwise) entity somewhere out there in the ether keeping an eye on/hand in human affairs was extraordinary and palpable.
I felt the weight of the world lift from my shoulders.
It was as if I had stumbled from the dark, twisty corridor which had been my home for the past 30 years into a well-lit and homely room full of comfortable furniture that, while unfamiliar, seemed to be where I had belonged all along.
For some background; I was raised a fundamentalist Christian, believing an American Evangelist from the mid 20th Century named William Branham was God’s messenger to the world and that every word he said was God talking. It’s crazy stuff and I don’t want to get into it in this post, but may do so at a later point.
Anyhow, by my early twenties I was through with that caper and moved into a more mainstream, socially acceptable version of Christianity, and yet still the cognitive dissonance of a God who was in operation in my head yet apparently no where else in known universe remained.
At last, over the past nine months or so, I have gradually allowed myself to open up to an idea that I never could have imagined considering - what if God doesn’t exist? I got a bit objective about the question - something which is very hard for a born and bred believer to do - stepped outside of how I FELT and looked at the actual FACTS. And, through a process of input from both sides on this discussion here I am, godless. A much happier and more at-peace person.
More on the journey to come.
