When I Deconverted: I Experienced Something Like A Spiritual Break Up

When I Deconverted: I Experienced Something Like A Spiritual Break Up October 20, 2013


At Grove City College, the evangelical Christian college where I was an undergraduate, it was common to the point of utterly mundane to meet spiritually intense people who had one degree of interest or experience with missionary work. But even at Grove City, this one classmate of mine stood out to me as exuding a preternatural spiritual intensity and love for the mission field. Without any signs of arrogance or condescension, she struck me as being as dorkily pure and holy a do-gooder as one would come across. Were you to tell me there was someone on campus who had not only never sinned but had never even been tempted, I probably would have guessed her. She just gave the vibe of being up for anything that involved revolving her life around sacrificing for Jesus.

One day I was at an event on campus wherein we were all split into small groups and had to discuss with one another our answers to various questions. One of the questions was about who we admired most. Some time afterwards, I was talking with a mutual friend of my missionary minded friend, and he told me that at that event, he was in the same small group with her when they asked the most admired person question. I immediately speculated in my mind that her most admired person was probably some missionary who was martyred just trying to spread the love of Jesus somewhere where the people were hostile to Jesus. That’s when he told me that she had said mewas the person she most admired. The reason she gave was that I was the person she most believed would always do whatever he thought was the right thing, regardless of what it was. This was, and is, a bit of an overestimation of my character–to say the least. I suspected it was possible she had a crush on me or something. I turned over the idea of dating her in my mind but just never was attracted enough to her to attempt it.

I also know she reciprocated my admiration for her spiritual passion. We worshiped together. We would both regularly attend a Thursday night worship service in the campus chapel called “Warriors”, which was usually a fairly intense experience at which occasionally I would get noticeably exuberant. There’s this song called “Shout to the Lord” that came out in 1993 and rapidly became an extremely popular staple of worship services during my high school and college years.

It’s a song that involves a lot of steady build up and increasing intensity and passion. It’s a song that just in the melody and rhythms conveys a ton of longing. And just as the singing is supposed to climax and triumphantly rise at the chorus starting with the word “shout”, I would leap in the air with my fist and unabashedly shout at near the top of my lungs each of the key lines of the chorus right as everyone else was singing them, “SHOUT!” “POWER!” “MAJESTY!” “PRAISE!” “BOW DOWN!” “ROAR!” “JOY!” “FOREVER!” “FOREVER!” “NOTHING!”

And that was the kind of spiritual intensity that we bonded over.

So she was fairly bewildered and hurt when I became an atheist. She really didn’t get how I could think so differently, seemingly all of a sudden. And she recalled my former fervor in worship to me in disbelief and I tried to assure her this change was me doing what I had discovered to be right, just like she would have expected of me. And then as our tense but muted confrontation went on, I became relatively assertive, maybe even a bit prickly in stressing how unequivocally absurd I found our formerly shared faith–her faith. I remember having this sense that I could take a more delicate and diplomatic approach to her nagging attempt to spiritually interrogate me, unwilling to take no for an answer. I remember feeling like in opting for bluntness and matter-of-factness, I took the crueler, less compassionate, and more alienating road. I made my rejection of her faith unequivocally clear so she wouldn’t be led on, so to speak, i.e., she wouldn’t hold out hope and still try to appeal to some Christian part of me that she might otherwise naïvely believe was still there and reachable.

She got the point. It was awkward. She struck me as confused, spurned, and disillusioned. I don’t ever remember talking to her again.

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Before becoming an atheist I was a devout Evangelical Christian. I am slowly telling the story of my former life as a believer, how I came to deconvert and become an atheist, what it all meant and where I went from there personally and intellectually. Below are links to all the pieces I have written so far. While they all contribute to an overall narrative, each installment is self-contained and can valuably be read on its own without the others. So feel free to read starting anywhere, according to your interest.

Before I Deconverted:

Before I Deconverted: My Christian Childhood

Before I Deconverted: My Parents Divorced

Before I Deconverted: Ministers As Powerful Role Models

My Fundamentalist Preacher Brother, His Kids, And Me (And “What To Do About One’s Religiously Raised Nieces and Nephews”)

Before I Deconverted: I Was A Teenage Christian Contrarian

Before I Deconverted, I Already Believed in Equality Between the Sexes

Love Virginity

Before I Deconverted: I Dabbled with Calvinism in College (Everyone Was Doing It)

How Evangelicals Can Be Very Hurtful Without Being Very Hateful

Before I Deconverted: My Grandfather’s Contempt

How I Deconverted:

How I Deconverted, It Started With Humean Skepticism

How I Deconverted, I Became A Christian Relativist

How I Deconverted: December 8, 1997

How I Deconverted: I Made A Kierkegaardian Leap of Faith

How I Deconverted: I Saw An Agnostic Speak At A Christian Conference

How I Deconverted: My Closest, and Seemingly “Holiest”, Friend Came Out As Gay

How I Deconverted: My Closeted Best Friend Became A Nihilist and Turned Suicidal

How I Deconverted: Nietzsche Caused A Gestalt Shift For Me (But Didn’t Inspire “Faith”)

As I Deconverted: I Spent A Summer As A Christian Camp Counselor Fighting Back Doubts

How I Deconverted: I Ultimately Failed to Find Reality In Abstractions

A Postmortem on my Deconversion: Was it that I just didn’t love Jesus enough?

When I Deconverted:

When I Deconverted: I Was Reading Nietzsche’s “Anti-Christ”, Section 50

When I Deconverted: I Had Been Devout And Was Surrounded By The Devout

When I Deconverted: Some People Felt Betrayed

When I Deconverted: I Experienced Something Like A Spiritual Break Up

When I Deconverted: My Closest Christian Philosopher Friends Remained My Closest Philosophical Brothers

When I Deconverted: I Was Not Alone

When I Deconverted: Some Anger Built Up

When I Deconverted: I Sure Could Have Used The Secular Student Alliance

When I Deconverted: I Came Out To My Family

The Philosophical Key To My Deconversion:

Apostasy As A Religious Act (Or “Why A Camel Hammers the Idols of Faith”)

After I Deconverted:

After I Deconverted: I Was A Radical Skeptic, Irrationalist, And Nihilist—But Felt Liberated

After I Deconverted: I Was Deeply Ambivalent; What Was I to Make of Sex, Love, Alcohol, Bisexuality, Abortion, 9/11, Religious Violence, Marxism, or the Yankees?

After My Deconversion: I Refuse to Let Christians Judge Me

After My Deconversion: My Nietzschean Lion Stage of Liberating Indignant Rage

After I Deconverted: I Started Blogging


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