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An atheist's views on religion and the supernatural

From indifference to passion – my deconversion

Most people who are born into strongly religious families are raised with their parents’ beliefs and hold them, unquestioned until death, although not before passing them on to their own offspring. I am glad that I was not born into a deep, religious environment because I doubt that if I had I would be an atheist today. In terms of simple probability, it would be a pretty safe bet that this blog would not exist.

My father was (and still is) an agnostic of Jewish background, his own father, my grandfather being estranged from the religion in his early teens. My mother was a devout but liberal Catholic. They agreed to raise my brothers and me as neutrally as possible, with the intention that we would make our own decisions when the time was right. For this, as well as everything else they have done for me, I am eternally grateful to them.

I remember a brief spell of fascination with Christianity when I was about 9 years old. It was at a slightly difficult point in my childhood when I was having trouble making friends at school, and experiencing some bullying, as most people have at one time or another. I remember feeling genuinely comforted by the idea of someone being a sort of friend, looking out for me and protecting me. This is a disappointing glitch in my tale, but the honest truth is that I can’t remember how this phase ended. All I can say is that the interest was intense but brief, and unlikely to have ended dramatically. I think it probably just ebbed away as my social skills improved and I learned to fit in better with my peers.

When I was 13, my older brother was 17 and my younger brother 5, my mother died suddenly of a heart attack. She was 49. I remember a heated exchange of words that very night between my father and my uncle, who said “God needed her”. My father replied “no, her children needed her”.

During the bereavement, I did not consider the validity of religion or its claims in any detail, but I certainly wanted to believe in an afterlife where I may one day be reunited with my mother. As I passed through my teenage years my religious standpoint grew to be one of agnostic indifference. I knew that I rejected organised religion, but was proverbially ‘at sea’ with my own beliefs. Whenever the topic of religion was raised I nearly always expressed my view in the same way, as if I’d learned it by rote, which I suppose in a way I had. I’m not ashamed to have held this view, but with hindsight I see it as ill-informed and naive. It went something like:

“I’m not an Atheist because I think it’s arrogant to assert that there is no God. I don’t know if there is a god or not and I don’t think we’re supposed to know. What I do know, is the difference between right and wrong, and I’m confident that if I go through my life trying wherever possible to do what is right rather than wrong, then if there is an afterlife, I should be treated ok”.

When I was 18 I decided to take a gap year before going to university. I went to work for a pharmaceutical company, where I made friends with a Jehova’s Witness in my department. We got on very well, but had many discussions about his views. I honestly didn’t know that anyone still seriously doubted evolution before I met him. And I was horrified to hear that he would rather see a child die than receive a life-saving blood transfusion. At the time, I was not armed to debate the topics as effectively as I might now. Although his faith was strong, he had never completely committed to the cult, as the rest of his family had. The year passed, I left for university and we agreed to stay in touch.

We did stay in touch while I was some 90 miles away (that’s a lot in Britain), through email, but the subject of religion never really arose during that time. It was in 2004, not long before I left my studies that I was back for a weekend and went shopping (in a manly way) with my older brother and my religious friend. Or so I thought. The topic happened to come up over lunch and he told me that he was now an atheist. There are very few things that distract me when I’m eating, but this stopped me in my tracks.

I was amazed that someone could go from one extreme to the other. To say I was fascinated would violently understate the matter. I quizzed him at great length for the details and he was only too happy to provide them. I won’t elaborate on what he told me, he may one day choose to tell his own deconversion story. Suffice to say that certain websites had made cracks in his faith, which grew over time, culminating in complete collapse. Also, of great significance, was the revelation that had he made the decision to commit to the cult, it would almost certainly have been the end of our friendship, as contact with outsiders was strongly discouraged. I was angry that a religious dogma had come dangerously close to stealing a treasured relationship from me.

He told me about the websites he had read, but it wasn’t until early 2005 when I was back at home and working full time that I finally got to view them for myself. The first of them, was The Skeptic’s Dictionary, about which I have already written. I spent a great deal of time reading here, and this was where I learned and honed my critical thinking skills, as well as making the first steps towards shedding some paranormal beliefs.

The next resource my friend gave me, and perhaps even more importantly than the Skeptic’s Dictionary, was Ebonmusings, the parent site of Daylight Atheism. I intend to write a piece reviewing Ebonmusings at some point, but for now I will just say that I devoured it, every single article, in just over a month. It greatly accelerated my education in theology and atheism, as well as giving me a grounding in the basics of evolution, which I had previously lacked.

Finally, I made my way to The Secular Web and began to debate on the Internet Infidels Discussion Board. Interacting with atheists and theists alike consolidated my knowledge and helped me to make sense of what I had learned. There were, of course, many other websites and resources I used at this time, but the three I have named were ‘the biggies’.

I honestly cannot remember at what point I actually ‘became’ an atheist. I don’t remember the first time I referred to myself as an atheist or thought of myself as an atheist. It was gradual. I had found the experience both enlightening and liberating, but it was not entirely seamless. It was certainly not as traumatic for me as it was for my friend, or other fundamentalists who have to watch an entire world view crumble before they can build a new one. However, I had to let my tentative belief in an afterlife go, once and for all. This was not easy, I felt as if I were grieving for my mother all over again. What I came to realise, over time, was that just because she didn’t have a soul that was still alive somewhere, this did not make her life on Earth any less significant, nor the time that I spent with her any less special or meaningful. If anything, it made them more so.

Now, two years on, I’ve read a lot more and have taken the step of writing my own material and publishing it on the internet. Although I was never really a theist, I’m happier, and more confident as an atheist than I ever was before. I can only imagine the contrast that people like my friend, who make a bigger leap must feel! I am extremely grateful to him for his friendship and guidance, as I am to my other friends and family whose support was invaluable. I know I’m not accepting an award, but I truly feel that the worldview I hold is the most rewarding that any human being can adopt. I may be wrong, but I cordially invite any theist to give atheism a fair hearing. You have nothing to lose, and everything to gain.

12 Responses to “From indifference to passion – my deconversion”

  1. Thanks for sharing your story. I think athiests are a very misunderstood group and there is terrible prejudice out there. I believe in God, but I respect the journey you are on. I would love to see a world where atheists and theists are working together in a common quest to make the world a better place. There is alot of common ground we could find, and ultimatly to respect others beliefs would make the world a better place. I know that if, in any sense your mother exists to see your life, she is proud.


  2. Macie

    Thank you for your kind and thoughtful words. I completely agree with your summary of the problem and the solution.

  3. Hi! I just found your blog from Daylight Atheism. Thanks for telling your story, I always find it so interesting to hear other people’s “origin story!” Also, thanks for the links — I haven’t seen The Skeptic’s Dictionary yet.

  4. Thanks David. I pondered writing my deconversion story for as long as I’ve been an atheist, and now I only regret putting it off so long. It was a cathartic experience.

    I’ve had a quick look at your site and it looks excellent. I hope to look in more detail and leave you some feedback soon.

  5. Great story. Great to hear about your former JW friend – maybe there’s hope. 🙂

  6. Good to see your site and to read your story. It has been fascinating in recent months to work with people who are on a journey of faith and discovery. Of course as a believer in God, I am as interested in discovering why people don’t believe as much as why I do! looking forward to reading more.

  7. Thanks for the story! I posted it at Coming Out Godless

  8. I find it interesting that atheists use words like “eternal” and “hope” and “right and wrong”…

    How can these exist if we weren’t created and there is no consequence to our actions???

    Praying for you,

  9. Well, obviously there are consequences to our actions. We can see them. But I don’t see what creation has to do with it. And I’d say it’s “right” to aim for consequences that make people happy and fulfilled, in general. Why? Um, empathy . . . that and the fact that in being moral I’m contributing to a societal system that helps to make me happy. And I have a sense of duty. That it almost certainly came from undirected evolution doesn’t stop it from affecting me.

    I find it very strange that you include ‘hope’ in the list of words you wouldn’t expect atheists to use. Anyone with desires that have some potential for fulfilment can have hope.

  10. Well I liked your deconversion story. Having been raised by Indifferent Agnostics myself I don’t have a similar story of my own to share. My parents always thought it best that I make up my own mind about such things. Like most people I explored different spiritual ideas in my youth but these were never serious but the conversion of a number of friends to different religious groups (Jehovah’s Witnesses included) have pushed me away from religion entirely. I find such superstition entirely distasteful.

  11. @ hoverfrog

    Thanks 🙂

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