SLO, Seth, and Sacred Cows

I’m a bit late posting this, but better late than never.

While other folks fall asleep to the sounds of the Tonight Show or the dumbass dog barking next door… actually, that’s us sometimes too, but aaaaaanywayyyy…

We often listen to one of several podcasts we enjoy by freethinking secularists or atheists, or the occasional episode of Unbelievable. Well, I listen to the same show several times while T nods after in the first 5 minutes then listens to the next few minutes each night till she gets through the entire show.

One of our favorites is Seth Andrews, of The Thinking Atheist program. In his Christian experience he was a Christian radio host. He still has a very radio-friendly voice. In his book, Deconverted, he recounts his transition from Christian to atheist and the path that took him to his current internet gig.  Continue reading

Lights Out

I think one of the hardest aspects of realizing that we are but really smart members of the animal kingdom is accepting the reality that we are finite. When we die, we will not know that we are dead. It will be as it was before we were born. No us, no conscious knowledge of our state.

Nothing.

Darkness.

Lights out.

For the last seventeen or eighteen years I’ve struggled to get a full night’s sleep. Two years of working two jobs and living on four hours sleep per night wreaked havoc on my sleep patterns. I rarely sleep more than five, five-and-a-half hours. Last night was one of those nights. Continue reading

Double Take

One of my favorite atheist authors, and the one whose work played a key role in my deconversion, happened to find my story recently. I’m not sure how, but it was pretty cool.

For those who haven’t ready through my (overlong) bio, John W. Loftus’ book, Why I Became an Atheist, was instrumental in understanding my own doubts, and in understanding why the arguments of Christian Apologists were not making sense to me, why they were not satisfying my doubts. Continue reading

Why Oh Why Can’t I?

Why do I do this? Why do I strive with believers who sometimes seem impervious to logic? Why do I care?

This appeared in my Facebook feed yesterday. I don’t think Pastor Chuck knew I saw it.

PastorChuckThere were a number of things that troubled me about this post, honestly. But the item I’ll focus on is this:

“He is dear to me – but is quite outspoken in his atheism.”

How interesting. I had no idea that, while I was supposed to let my light shine, and not hide it “under a bushel/bowl” (Matt 5:15-16) as a Christian, now having left that behind, I’m supposed to shut up and not say anything? My being outspoken is a problem? Continue reading

Tired Old Saws

At the risk of beating a dead horse, there’s one more point of interest I’d like to visit from my latest interaction with Pastor Chuck. During his latest ad hom, he said the following:

No matter which expert or scholar I bring into the equation of our discussions, you immediately presume to know more and immediately rush into a character-bashing mode.

Apparently it ticks him off that I seem to think I have all the answers.

I don’t have all the answers. And in fact, unlike Christians, I don’t even think I have all the answers. But you know what I do have the answers to? Continue reading

So Sorry, So Sad Redux

In my article So Sorry, So Sad, I addressed the issue of a particularly Christian disease, albeit one that infects religious folks of many stripes. Last time it was a sadly aggressive Anglican Priest (go figure.)

Now somebody cut from the cloth of science, apparently, has fallen victim. This was from a friend of my former Pastor, Chuck. Chuck had asked “Bob” to peruse my site, seeking his assistance in understanding some Quantum Physics concepts central to our discussion of R.C. Sproul’s book, Not a Chance.

He did chat a little about that, which I addressed here, but then he leaped across the line and said this: Continue reading

Extreme Makeover – WINLB Edition

So I finally got around to revamping the look of Why I No Longer Believe. I set up a new theme, spent actual money on header graphics (wut!?) and tightened up the main page with excerpts of all but the shortest entries.

What do y’all think?

I think it’s sex-aayyyyy…

Science, Schmience

As my little cadre of readers know, my former pastor Chuck and I are engaged in a little debate around R.C. Sproul’s Not a Chance, in which Sproul takes on the idea of Chance as a factor in Existence. In doing so he contacted a scientist buddy or two, one of whom at least is also a bible-believing Christian, it seems. This guy, “Bob,” provided some commentary after reading through my blog that was half interesting, half a festering lump of offensive arrogance.

I’ll deal with the latter in a subsequent post, but I’m going to reproduce his comments here then address the points he brings up to see if they hold water. Continue reading

Series of Series

Well, in order to present a better dialogue, my former pastor and I are going to read through Sproul’s Not a Chance, before reviewing/commenting further. Hopefully that will make for a more lively discussion and a deeper dive than just my own take on the material.

In the meantime I’ll be doing a couple things. First, I’m doing some light reading on Chance and Probability in Quantum Physics, as well as boning up on the topic in general. This is also requiring me to do a brief refresher on Linear Algebra, which is, believe it or not, rather fun.

Yeah, I’m a sicko. Continue reading

Games of Chance – Ch. 2 – More Straw?

This post will be relatively brief, as there isn’t much going on in Chapter 2 save Sproul doing his best to stuff as much straw into his strawman as he can before he begins tilting at the windmill of Quantum Physics. That said, there a few items in this chapter I would like to address.

Sproul’s main aim in this chapter is to imply… well, never mind, he asserts that the entire global community of scientists has abandoned logic and reason, and that it’s up to philosophers like himself to bring them around. Good thing he’s not arrogant about it or anything, eh? Continue reading