Putting together yesterday’s post brought to mind my own experience with right wing atheism, which turned out to be a significant catalyst in my own spiritual pilgrimage. I tell about that pilgrimage, in part, in the new third edition of Spirituality of the Cross, but I didn’t tell about this. So I thought I’d tell you about it.
When I was in high school in Oklahoma in the 1960s, my best friend was a fellow adolescent intellectual. We had lots in common, but at the time I was a liberal–a Kennedy/LBJ Democrat all in for civil rights and the Great Society programs–and my friend was a conservative, a Goldwater Republican. We loved to argue politics. (You might think by today’s standards that it is impossible for people who disagree with each other politically to be friends, let alone best friends, but trust me, this happened back in those days.)