Years ago, I absolutely adored the Paranormal section of About.com. I eagerly awaited the monthly update of (supposedly true) paranormal stories sent in by readers and read them up as fast as they came.
But there was just one problem: these stories were making me question my Christian religious beliefs. They described things that should have been impossible based on what I’d been taught. Now, while were stories that were so absurd I that I was pretty sure the person was making it up, it was difficult for me to dismiss each and every one of them.
So I quit going to the site.
After a long while, I had a thought: Wait a minute. If I have to keep my ears and eyes closed to all this stuff that’s out there just to maintain my beliefs, there’s something very wrong.
I could only come to the inescapable conclusion that whatever the truth was, it wasn’t what I’d been told. And I wanted to know just how deep the rabbit-hole went.
There were a couple of times when I was temporarily ‘reconverted.’ But the thing was, I couldn’t keep lying to myself because it went against every fiber of my being.
Years ago, I absolutely adored the Paranormal section of About.com. I eagerly awaited the monthly update of (supposedly true) paranormal stories sent in by readers and read them up as fast as they came.
But there was just one problem: these stories were making me question my Christian religious beliefs. They described things that should have been impossible based on what I’d been taught. Now, while were stories that were so absurd I that I was pretty sure the person was making it up, it was difficult for me to dismiss each and every one of them.
So I quit going to the site.
After a long while, I had a thought: Wait a minute. If I have to keep my ears and eyes closed to all this stuff that’s out there just to maintain my beliefs, there’s something very wrong.
I could only come to the inescapable conclusion that whatever the truth was, it wasn’t what I’d been told. And I wanted to know just how deep the rabbit-hole went.
There were a couple of times when I was temporarily ‘reconverted.’ But the thing was, I couldn’t keep lying to myself because it went against every fiber of my being. I’d seen the man behind the curtain, and there was no denying it.
I am continually searching for answers, and I doubt very much whether I’ll ever have them. But it’s a great relief to be in a place where I can search instead of being told that I should stop thinking so hard because it will all make sense in some far off Someday.