Growing up, Waking up, now living without beliefs
Meeting a Prophet Without Feeling Anything The East Texas humidity pressed against my skin like a damp blanket. Sweat ran down my back, trapped under a too-tight white shirt, my dress shoes chewing at my toes. Tall and skinny is an unforgiving body type when your clothes are chosen from the “close enough” rack. I... Continue Reading →
There are a few events in my life that could easily be filed under miracle stories. They often are—especially when they’re told by someone who loves me. One of them nearly cost me my arm. It could have cost me my life. In college. I went out. Drank to much. Accidentally put my arm through... Continue Reading →
If you grew up religious like I did, chances are you already have a picture in your head of what an atheist looks like.It’s not something most people consciously choose. It just sort of forms—through sermons, conversations, cautionary tales, and the occasional loudmouth online who seems eager to confirm every bad assumption. For a long... Continue Reading →
(Spoiler: It’s Boring) If your mental picture of an atheist includes anger, black clothing, constant arguments, or a bookshelf organized alphabetically by anti-religious authors, I’m about to disappoint you. An ordinary atheist looks like… me. And I’m painfully average. I don’t wake up every morning celebrating the absence of God. There’s no ritual. No moment... Continue Reading →
I went from NOT believing in Santa Claus, to NOT believing any God(s) exist, thus; No Santa to No Gods - is how my life has progressed. I was born and raised without Christmas and Santa, but de-converted later in life during my thirty's after growing up in the Worldwide Church of God, becoming a... Continue Reading →