“I chose to believe in the existance of God—deliberately and conciously.”
I cannot conceive of how it is possible to deliberately and consciously choose to believe in something.
I grew up in a religious family. I served as a missionary for my church. I married a woman of the same religion. For most of my first 28 years I believed not only that there was a God but that he had established the church of which I and my family were all members.
But once I started examining my beliefs more closely, I realized that I was engaging in the most dishonest sort of special pleading in their favor. And then it was no longer possible to continue believing.
“I chose to believe in the existance of God—deliberately and conciously.”
I cannot conceive of how it is possible to deliberately and consciously choose to believe in something.
I grew up in a religious family. I served as a missionary for my church. I married a woman of the same religion. For most of my first 28 years I believed not only that there was a God but that he had established the church of which I and my family were all members.
But once I started examining my beliefs more closely, I realized that I was engaging in the most dishonest sort of special pleading in their favor. And then it was no longer possible to continue believing.