From The Washington Post-For some people, losing belief in God is as easy as taking off a sweater that’s grown too tight. There’s a sense of relief and freedom. But when I became an atheist, that’s not how I felt at all. Losing God was like watching my best friend die.
When I was a kid, Jesus was my best friend. That sounds hokey — the kind of phrase someone might drop while giving you a sales pitch on being “born again” — but I mean it literally. I was a fat kid with a bowl cut who almost exclusively wore Hawaiian shirts and loved computer programing. That wasn’t exactly a recipe for popularity in the 1980s, so I spent a lot of time during recess hiding from bullies at the edge of the playground. There beneath the trees, I would pray to Jesus about feeling slow, fat and stupid. He always listened, and He never made fun of me.
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https://www.washingtonpost.com/posteverything/wp/2016/09/16/i-lost-my-faith-in-god-then-i-found-it-now-its-complicated/?utm_term=.3eeecea5da6a&wpisrc=nl_headlines&wpmm=1
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