I used to be a very devout Christian. But this doesn’t mean I just attended church and avoided drinking and cursing. I actually tried to believe and obey the Bible—and that cut a whole lot deeper than most of American Christianity does.
I became a pacifist, a vegan, a dumpster diver. I studied philosophy in college. I married a beautiful girl who wanted to follow Jesus with me. I started teaching math in the inner city.
Then the intellectual foundation of my faith cracked. I began having serious doubts about the existence of God, which I struggled through for 15 months. Finally, at the end of July of 2011, I concluded that I could not hold on to faith.
Atheism has entailed an entirely different way of seeing the world, and of living in it. I’m forced to admit that a lot of the things that we feel, and that religion could justify, aren’t actually true. I got divorced. I’m starting law school this fall, and leaning toward working for the highest bidder afterward.