Oh, for gods sake! New Post. Just because …

Nan asked.

 

It would be easier to find a virgin in a bordello than getting an honest answer to a straightforward question from a Christian regarding evidence for their conversion.

Therefore, I am going to try a slightly different approach.

One of the problems is tangents. Tangentially speaking, that is, and, largely because of Prof. Taboo, the way so many posts deteriorate into smut.

Let’s get that out of the way ASAP.

Smuts was a former South African Prime Minister. There. Sorted. Funnily enough his middle name was Christian and as sex seems to play such a large role in the average believer’s worldview, it is perhaps fitting.

For those who got up after the early bird … Christian Smut(s).

So let’s stay focused and on point, please.

To dispel any notion from Believers that their conversion was because of evidence I want all ex-Christians (deconverts) to tell us how/why they became Christians.

I do not need long expositions about how/why you deconverted – for example, we all know it was because of a kangaroo that John Z stopped believing. In JZ’s defence, however, getting beat up by a 2 metre tall marsupial would be enough to deconvert anyone.

To simplify your responses I have narrowed down the reasons for conversion to three choices.

1. Cultural. I was raised in a Christian family/environment and went along with everyone else.

2. Born Again. State reason if you feel like you want to share.

3. Other.

 

 


73 thoughts on “Oh, for gods sake! New Post. Just because …

  1. Definitely cultural. I was raised by parents who were raised religious (my dad was even a Preacher’s Kid) and raising your children religions was just something you were supposed to do, so they did. I was a dutiful daughter, and I went to the classes I was supposed to go to, and read what I was supposed to read, recited what I was supposed to recite, and did the stuff I was expected to do, and didn’t make waves.

    I believed because the people I trusted told me I was supposed to. They told me what church was the correct one, which preachers to listen to, which books were special, and what rituals were important.

    (My Mom, who raised me Presbyterian, is now a Unitarian Universalist. I guess I rubbed off on her.)

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  2. Yep option one. Mostly to keep mum company. Her dad (my Welsh grandfather) looked after the cathedral in St Asaph nth Wales. Dad didn’t seem bothered either way (when he wasn’t working he was sleeping) even though I was told my grandad was a methodist lay preacher.

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  3. i came from a strong Catholic (French Canadian) family. I liked the religion, the latin, the pageantry. The sense of belonging. And it never occurred to me to change/leave.

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  4. I was raised in the thick of it. I decided young to be the good son after watching the beatings my brothers got when they didn’t want to go to church. I dove in deep, trusting they knew full well something I didn’t. I prayed and volunteered and proselytized. I was 50 when I quit explaining away the circuitous, never ending faith trap. You learn while you’re in it to ignore doubt as the devils tool, that you can’t trust yourself. My brain is full of useless tripe that never amounted to anything.

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      1. Well, really thanks to aintnoshrinkingviolet for the whip crack one fine day. It’s quite fascinating to see how vastly different the same person can see the world in a moment of clarity. Now I see Christianity and Islam as barriers. Only when man can pass over belief and be willing to assume personal responsibility will the world be ready to own all the power we really have. For now, we wait for kibbles from on high and grovel in our hopes for better living when we’re dead

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        1. You got beat up by Skippy? Wow …

          There must be a ‘dining out’ story in there. Did I miss something? All jesting aside that would NOT have been a pleasant experience.

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  5. #2. I’ve provided the hows and whys on my own blog sometime back. But I will say this here … the core reason was because I happened to read the book of Revelation and it scared the sh__ out of me. If you’ve never read it … don’t. Even though it’s based on fairy tales, it can be a bit unnerving. 😖

    (BTW, thanks for the new post. 🥰)

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      1. As I think I’ve mentioned before, this was essentially my first in-depth encounter with religion. Little to no exposure growing up, so I was easily persuaded.

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    Although conversion can be a complicated process, ultimately I have to lay the blame on upbringing. If my parents hadn’t beaten and threatened Jesus into me, I don’t think I would have developed a complex later on.

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  7. And where did those opportunist poseurs (angels, indeed! Snort—) find Mary, huh? Sure, we’re told it was a stable, but what’s more likely? (And I has me doubts that she was a virgin—not with that load on board)(Ol’ Jo was a bit gullible.)

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        1. The good thing is, some of them wise up and realise they’ve been had.

          We’re a lot less forgiving than our sanctimonious, hypocritical Christian peers.

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  8. 1.

    It didn’t last long—they made the mistake of not practising what they preached. Even at an early age the Law Of Contradiction was instinctive in me.
    I hate hypocrisy.

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    1. BOOM! Argus, epidemic hypocrisy was huge with me too, ESPECIALLY when the instructions, the commissions, were clearly written right there in front of them, straight from God’s, Jesus’, and the Holy Spirit’s mouths! DUH, right!? 😠

      HAH! If only it were that simple. 😆

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  9. Option 3.
    At about age of 10, I was walking through a dark alley when I heard a vice from behind a (not burning) bush, “Psst. Hey, kid. Come heah, I got soumthin’ ya need to see.”
    I was startled and frightened, so I asked, “Who is there and what do you have?” He yelled at me, “Jesus Christ, you little shit. Just get over here like I said.”
    I ran all the way home and did not transit the alley for months. But the man clearly said he had JC behind that bush with him. I believed him, of course. Before that experience, I was not a believer. Honestly.

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    1. Thank you , Bill.
      It would never have occurred to me to consider a bush , burning or otherwise, as part of a conversion scenario.

      As the evidence for JC was somewhat shaky, why didn’t you hedge your bets?

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      1. Ark:

        I really wish you hadn’t said that. Our hedge needs trimming, and doing so from a ladder atop a wobbly platform is a conversional experience. I shall hold you (a) in mind whilst doing so, and (b) responsible for any acts of God.

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  10. Both 1 and 2. I was raised in a family that had a loose affiliation with the Church of England which was most evident at weddings, funerals, Christmas, and Easter. The idea of God and the presumed legitimacy of the Bible were never really questioned or discussed. I ceased to be affiliated with the church after I left home.

    Subsequently, as an immigrant to Canada and living in a very small community in the Northwest Territories, and as first-time mother, I was seeking community and friendship and was welcomed into an evangelical church that was one of only two churches in the area. At this church I had a “born again” experience and became increasingly persuaded by the church’s interpretations of the Bible and the experiences of church members.

    After moving away and joining a church that was even further into the evangelical weeds, I began to question the decisions made by the church elders. When my questions were dismissed because I was a woman (no, I’m not kidding), I realized I knew more of the Bible than did many of the elders. Then, the pastor’s marital infidelity was forgiven while his lover was forced to make a humiliating public confession and plea for forgiveness. At that point, I knew I could not continue.

    I took me a long time to learn to accept the loss of my friends and faith group. It was a very lonely time. However, I never regretted making the choice that my intellect and conscience demanded.

    I’m sorry if this is a longer reply than you wanted and if it is too much about my deconversion.

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  11. Yes, cultural. And I knew that I was trusting what the pastor said. I understood that I had an obligation to myself to check it out. And, over the next decade, I did check it out. That’s pretty much why I deconverted.

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  12. Of those three options given… for me, #3 for sure Ark. 🙂

    One of the problems is tangents. Tangentially speaking, that is, and, largely because of Prof. Taboo, the way so many posts deteriorate into smut.

    Since I’m unsure exactly what is implied by that tidbit, I’m ending my reply now. Nothing more… “echoed in the wells, of silence.” 🎶🎵 Especially Taboo subjects. 😄😉

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      1. Hahaha! Think about it Ark. 😄 It could read this way:

        Tangentially speaking, so many posts deteriorate into smut largely because of Prof. Taboo.

        Yet, the cause of “tangential smut” is not 100% clear even restructured like that either. 😆 I’m fairly sure I know (implicitly) what you mean, however, with my utmost respect for you my Footballing friend from Liverpool, I cannot with 100% or 80% certainty say either of my interpretations are precise and accurate. There needs to be more information, more data, more precision, more facts, or… 😉

        More supporting tangents! 🤣🤣🤣

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        1. Example? Not a a chance!

          However, Arsenal jokes aside, if you could be reasonably serious for one paragraph I’d be interested in the content of #3 as it sure as Hades wasn’t evidence.

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          1. No, you are correct Ark. It was not any “overwhelming evidence.” In fact, it was the shoddy evidence and lack of independent supporting evidence that was keeping me obstinate to the barrages of evangelizing I was receiving at university.

            No, our impasse at that time in October 1983 was the unseen, untouchable Holy Spirit and its existence, power, and function in relation to ALL of Christian commissions and apologetics. I was repeatedly told that as long as I remained secular I would never fully understand how Scripture was true, infallible, and inerrant. And therefore, all of God’s power, gifts, and revelations (both General and Special) would be kept hidden from me.

            Wanting to genuinely know all about this Holy Spirit—the 3rd part of the Trinity—I shrugged my shoulders, threw up my arms and basically said, “Okay God, Jesus… if you are truly real, SHOW ME.” And I really did mean that!

            I gave over 11-years of sincere, hard work and dedication to Him/it. I thought/felt 11-years was more than enough. 😄

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          2. Btw Ark, I would be pleased (not thrilled) if my Dunners do indeed sign the services of Pablo Mari (Spanish) from Flamengo CR. He is no Van Dijk or Vincent Kompany, but many footballing analyst compare him to Vertonghen. That right there is definitely a step up from Mustafi, Chambers, and Papastathopoulos… if for nothing else right now than an excellent addition to the defensive rotation. 🙂

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  13. #2. Raised in a nominally Catholic but not practicing family. Found Jesus on a paper route at 15, then recommitted at 23 after the army and alcohol wore me out. I’ve been sober of Jesus for about 5yrs now because of evidence that demanded a reconsideration.

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  14. Cultural. Raised nominally as Anglican. Mum taught Sunday School, but only as stories. Was never pressured to take any of that stuff literally.

    Later, in my early twenties, close friends from Uni tried to bring me into C of E. Went along with it, for the sake of the friendship. But the more I heard — “Jesus died for our sins”; God loves you”; etc — the less believable it sounded. Tried hard, but it didn’t take. And, like Ben, prayed just as hard, to no avail. Ultimately realised I was speaking into a void, and no-one was listening. At first: terrifying; then reconciled to it. Now find the thought of the void comforting.

    Mum and I both became more atheist as time went on. She died 18 months ago, and though I miss her desperately, I know I won’t see her again. That, too, I’m now reconciled to. There’s just the void, and for a time, people can help fill it. Until they’re gone.

    I was never a true believer. I’m beyond all that, now.

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  15. So many things that i was made to believe just no longer made any sense to me, but in particular, it was the promise that we will all live happily ever after and the the heaven or hell bit that was just too much to digest

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