I'm an agnostic. I don't worship Satan and I'm not an atheist. There may be a God, or there may not be one. I don't see evidence of a loving omnipotent deity, but I won't rule out the possibility. "Agnostic" comes from two greek words: 'A' as in "Not" and 'Gnostis' as in "Knowledge". My faith creed is simply this: "I don't know".
I used to know. For more than two and a half decades I was a born-again and baptized, Bible quoting, evangelizing, theology debating, sex-saving, apologetics studying and sold-out believer in Jesus. I had all the answers, I knew I was going to heaven, and my goal was to get you there too.
One need only peruse my old web-site to get a hint of that zeal. (see Kruzin' With Kruszer)
I miss those days. I miss knowing.
But I see things now that I didn't see then. I acknowledge things now that I wasn't willing to acknowledge then.
My apologetics training appears to have been a biased one, whereby believers of Jesus helped believers in Jesus continue to be believers in Jesus, and seem to have merely glossed over the troublesome evidences standing against Christianity.
I want to believe. But not enough to slip the Christian gobbledeegoo under the carpet of my brain with a request to "just have faith". I'm willing to be convinced one way or another, but not at the expense of my intellect. Skeptics, Christians, believers of other faiths: Challenge me, offer me reasoned things to consider. But don't come at me with "scriptural diarrhea" or a call for me to "humble myself and repent" because I've been around that bush enough times already.
I'm The Dead Again Agnostic ... Will there be a faith resurrection?
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