I grew up in Cambridge, Minnesota – a town of 5,000 people and 22 Christian churches.
My father was (and still is) pastor of a small church.
I feel like I’ve been born again, again.reason – to believe, God simply wasn’t there.
In my studies I uncovered lots of false facts and dishonest arguments from Christians this is my story. I know what it’s like to fall in love with God and serve him with all my heart. I know what it’s like to isolate one part of my life from reason or evidence, and I know what it’s like to .
I know what it’s like to believe God is so far beyond human reason that we can’t understand him, but at the same time to fiercely believe Just to clarify, while I indeed do believe that “I am a Christian because I want to be one, and the logic flows from there” I believe that everyone’s logic flows from desire. We encounter truth because we long for truth (longing being a category of theological aesthetics, it seems to me), and that longing conditions our encounter of truth.
I believe in Christ because, in my longing for truth, I haven encountered his glory and presence in ways that I believe are every bit as valid as other sensory perceptions.
[Now] having surrendered my prideful and independent ways to him, I can see how my weakness is God’s strength. I was deceived because I did not let the Spirit lead me into truth.
Now I ask for God’s guidance in all quests for knowledge and wisdom.
My dad and I read lots of this Christian self-help stuff.