Personal Testimony
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Christians, at least the Christians I was raised with, are big on
personal testimony. Let me give you mine.

I was raised the son of a Southern Baptist preacher. My dad
received a plaque from the governor of Texas a few years ago
in recognition of his long service as a preacher.

My pancreas stopped producing insulin when I was 5. I've
been on manual injections of insulin (used to be pork or beef
insulin, now it's humulin) ever since then.

I became an "official" Christian at the age of 8 - walking down
the aisle, joining the church, being dunked in a tank of water by
my father.

I went to church practically every Sunday morning and evening
and Wednesday evening for the first 18 years of my life.

I don't think anyone could be more exposed to the Bible and to
the beliefs of Christianity than I was, at least not from the per-
spective of having every aspect of Christianity provided to you
via a church doctrine (in this case, the Southern Baptist church).

I searched for / thought about / contemplated my place on the
planet and my eternal soul practically every day for the first 18
years of my life.

The answers just weren't there. God was/is silent. There was/is
no God, at least no God that gives a flip about you/me as an
individual. There is no salvation from the biblical God. It is all
a myth, something invented by ignorant humans trying to reach
out for an immortality which they desperately seeked, so des-
perately that they manufactured the myths many live by today.

When my younger sister was dying of cancer, I looked around
for any evidence whatsoever that there was a caring or loving
God that somehow justified my first 18 years of faith. There was
no justification. There was/is no God.

That is my personal testimony. Take it for what it's worth.

Peace.