It’s the one thing religious people of all stripes can actually agree on, and it isn’t even true. My formative years of trial and tribulation didn’t weaken my faith in the least.
Many people ask why someone like me, who came from a Christian home, went to a Christian high school and then went on to spend five years in seminary and become a pastor, a missionary, and an evangelist, would turn his back on the God he spent a lifetime worshiping and serving and give up all faith in the supernatural.
The answer is very simple, and I’m about to give it.
First, however, let me tell you what the reason is Most people, upon hearing my story, decide (regardless of their own spiritual beliefs or religious affiliations) that I must be mad at God.
They tell me I just had the wrong religion, or that I just needed to try their particular name-brand.
Then I realized that people fly planes into buildings, run into crowded plazas with bombs strapped to them, and drink poisoned Kool-Aid in the name of their gods.
If faith is really the true measure of the veracity of a religion, I was clearly in the wrong church, and should have become a militant Muslim.Faith is Rewarded to the Same Degree as Disbelief: Once, I would pray daily, often for hours, for every little facet of my life, turning over even the most insignificant little things to the creator of the universe.Other Religions Exist: I used to believe that only my religion could be right, and that every other religion was wrong.I studied apologetics so I could prove this to anyone I met.Anyone else who claimed to know their religion was true deep in their heart was clearly suffering a Satanic delusion.At the exact same time, I believed a clearly mythological story with blind faith and nothing more to back it up than the fact that I knew deep in my heart that it was true.