Friday, June 22, 2012

Atheist Blogger Converts to Christianity

This has been making the rounds among many of my Facebook friends lately, and I see that Greg Griffith has posted about it on Stand Firm as well.  A self-described "geeky convert," former atheist blogger Leah writes about her conversion in a piece entitled "This is my last post for the Patheos Atheist Portal." Here's an excerpt:

I’ve heard some explanations that try to bake morality into the natural world by reaching for evolutionary psychology.  They argue that moral dispositions are evolutionarily triumphant over selfishness, or they talk about group selection, or something else.  Usually, these proposed solutions radically misunderstand a) evolution b) moral philosophy or c) both.  I didn’t think the answer was there.  My friend pressed me to stop beating up on other people’s explanations and offer one of my own. 
“I don’t know,” I said.  ”I’ve got bupkis.” 
“Your best guess.” 
“I haven’t got one.” 
“You must have some idea.” 
“I don’t know.  I’ve got nothing.  I guess Morality just loves me or something.” 
“Ok, ok, yes, I heard what I just said.  Give me a second and let me decide if I believe it.” 
It turns out I did. 
I believed that the Moral Law wasn’t just a Platonic truth, abstract and distant.  It turns out I actually believed it was some kind of Person, as well as Truth.  And there was one religion that seemed like the most promising way to reach back to that living Truth. ... 
And how am I doing?  Well, I’m baking now (cracking eggs is pretty much the least gnostic thing I can do, since it’s so, so disgusting to touch, and putting effort into food as more than the ransom my body demands for continued function is the second least gnostic).  I’ve been using the Liturgy of the Hours and St. Patrick’s Breastplate for most of my prayer attempts.  and, over all, I feel a bit like Valentine in this speech from Arcadia:  
It makes me so happy… A door like this has cracked open five or six times since we got up on our hind legs. It’s the best possible time to be alive, when almost everything you thought you knew is wrong.
Read it all.

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