I grew up in a very religious (fundamentalist Christian) household; a faith-based approach to everything was encouraged on a daily, if not hourly, basis. But to their credit, while my parents presented their beliefs with absolute certainty, they did occasionally suggest coming to independent conclusions. Genesis 1 was probably one of the first things I learned to read and it introduced a lot of perplexing questions, such as: what did God do for eternity before deciding to create a universe? And (later), why did He create the Earth before the rest of the universe, it would seem more natural to work from the top down.
But most importantly, at the same time I learned that there were many different religions, with completely different Truths. It just did not seem possible that one specific group (ours) could happen to be the right one (with all the others damned to Hell)! This thought spurred a growing skepticism in me. This grew very strong as all the questions I asked led to circular answers, and everything that could possibly be claimed as evidence (anecdotes of answered prayer or other miracles) could be claimed with equal fervor by other faiths.
But at this point, I was still very young, and decided to give it all a try, to be diligent and do everything those around me were doing (in 3rd grade I started at a Christian school started by our Church). I memorized the ten commandments and prayed daily. I was told that eventually I would feel something, occasionally described as "a still, small voice." And yet, as the months turned into years, the only words ever forming in my mind were my own. My skepticism deepened.
But I hit upon the "argument from design" (though I had no idea that it was called that). The natural world was too intricately wonderful to not have a super-intelligent designer. So there was at least one basic principle I could agree on: the existence of God.
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