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Benedictus
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I started wonder if God was just my imaginary friend. I would pray a lot, but he never “spoke” to me. Sure, there was a sense of peace in prayer, but I’m not sure that was any different than what I’d get if I turned off the tv and dimmed the lights and listened to myself breath for 20 minutes.Tell me what initiated your (heartrending) process of deconversion.
I began to wonder why God is hiding. The best answers I found were in St. Augustine’s Confessions and Pope John Paul’s Crossing the Threshold of Hope; however, it seems to me that both are really non-answers.
Then I began to wonder why God doesn’t answer prayers. Although I rarely prayed for anything specific, praying to God seemed to have the same effect as praying to a bowling pin. Sometimes you get what you pray for and sometimes you don’t. If you do get what you asked for, there’s no way of knowing if it was just a coincidence. Sometimes you learn to accept that certain things are going to happen or are inevitable (e.g., a sick person’s death).
Then I began to think more about the arguments for and against God’s existence, evidence (or lack thereof) of God’s existence, and so on. The arguments for God’s existence are weak at best and open to endless debate. The evidence for his existence is virtually non-existent.
And that’s how I ended up where I am today. I may be Catholic in a cultural sense, but I’m afraid I really don’t believe anymore. I may be best described as agnostic now.