My last blog, “My Slippery Slide Into Atheism,” was actually sort of a tribute to my respected, beloved, “unbelieving” friend, Jeremy Witteveen. I knew that, as the one who predicted my eventual cave into atheism, he would enjoy the alluring title and candid admission. You can find his thoughtful response to my blog here.
If I remember correctly, Jeremy grew up in an evangelical Christian home and was very active in church and ministry. But ultimately, the usual (and imo valid) objections he had toward Christianity and the god portrayed therein, led him to completely different conclusions than the ones he was raised with. I am patiently working through many of the same objections myself, so friends like Jeremy are very important to me in my quest for an authentic faith in a worthy God. They challenge me in my blind spots and hold me accountable to reason, two crucial objectives. The God I’m discovering so far is quite different than the one Jeremy and I both grew up with, which was kind of like being raised on chocolate cake laced with rat poison—looks delicious and even sustainable from the outside, but try eating it for a few years…or a lifetime…and see how you feel.
I actually didn’t plan to blog about Jeremy’s response, but this afternoon I had a compelling thought that I wanted to put to the pen. My objective here, using his post, is to offer my believing friends a perspective they perhaps hadn’t thought about before. He wrote:
For some reason, people aren’t all that accepting of people who think that the big, invisible god described in the bible doesn’t exist. It’s weird. No one on earth can show him to me in tangible or reasoned terms, and I’m the idiot.