I was very sick when I converted to Mormonism. I like to joke that I wasn’t getting enough oxygen to the brain, but the more mundane truth is that I was confronted with the reality of my mortality, and like many people, I panicked. I couldn’t really die, right? I’m…
Good fun, cheers.
I found myself on Saturday during comference explaining to a sister missionary on temple square why I was an atheist, and in order to try to convince me of the truth of theism, she told me of personal anecdotes which she couldn’t explain except as being supernatural, of course being unable to understand that her leaping to the supernatural as an “explanation” for anything unexplained is the height of illogic and unreason.
Excellent.
The distinction between nonbelief (e.g., you’re unconvinced, so you don’t believe) and saying that something cannot be true is so critical.