Two rooms, in two different cities, but pretty much the same scene: one man stands before a few dozen supporters, many of them middle-aged white males, plus a smaller, precocious cohort in early adulthood.
We live in the internet age. A time when you can be whoever you want to be. Simultaneously, we are bombarded with things telling us who we should be! We are conditioned to gauge our self worth by the way that other people perceive us.
Christianity has played a central role in African-American life from the late 18th century to the present. Black churches raised funds for fugitive slaves, served as schoolhouses, and provided space for political meetings and activities, among other functions.
This blog has primarily been about what I do not believe and what I am not. The entire premise of the blog is about my deconversion and letting go of faith.
The original title for this post was “Why I Am Not a New Atheist,” but I found there is so much confusion about that term and what it means that this was more misleading than helpful.
I have a confession. I am still a fundamentalist. I am still a fundamentalist on one issue: the resurrection. The resurrection was my last tenuous grasp on faith. I guarded it against attack as if it were … well, a pearl of great price.