Why Did I Ever Become a Christian?

One thing that's always puzzled me a bit is, why did I even become a Christian in the first place? Currently, I don't define myself as anything, but I guess the closet term I'd pick is either "atheist" or "agnostic" (although there are aspects of both terms I don't like - maybe "humanist"?). Anyway, for a while when I was in high school and college, I was a Christian of the evangelical, almost fundamentalist, kind. But why did I go down that road?

I think I figured it out. I didn't know any better.

Lemme explain. Growing up in a small town with little to do, I ended up hanging out with my friends doing what most kids do in small towns: drink. Now, I wasn't going on full benders every day - not even close (trust me, I have no "A Million Little Pieces" embellishments here!). But as I got into my junior year, something was triggering in my brain, telling me that I was starting to go down a road that could be perilous at best if I kept driving it [1]. But...the only way I knew to be moral was to be a Christian, because Christians are good people, right? So I did. And I went full-bore over-the-edge with my beliefs. I took about 10 years before I finally rid myself of any religious trappings.

My point is that if I knew I could be a good person with strong morals and ethics without following a religion of any kind, I would've went down that road a long time ago. I just didn't know of any alternative approaches to life. The older I got, though, the more I realized that I didn't need religion of any kind to be a "good" person.

[1] I realize there are those who would say "that was God calling you home." I like to think of it as my brain telling me to stop slowly killing it off :).

* Posted at 02.19.2007 01:15:05 PM CST | Link *

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