The process of losing one’s faith

June 26, 2013 | By | 1 Reply More

Faith is not like a switch that gets flipped on or off. Former Pentecostal Minister Jerry DeWitt explains:

I dearly wish that there was one day or even better, one particular moment when I stopped believing (lost my faith). It would make my story much easier to tell. But instead, like so many others in the growing Secular movement, there was no one particular event, no one particular day when faith suddenly disappeared. Instead, it was like my faith in the supernatural and all things related to it were a pot filled with water on the stove. For the first several years of my spiritual journey the burner dial was set to high-heat and the water of my faith was continuously boiling over.

Unbeknownst to me, as I entertained thoughts, concepts and belief systems outside of the Pentecostal doctrine that I had inherited, my belief dial was being turned down and the water temperature was decreasing. Along with doctrines, there were also new life experiences that generated thoughts that couldn’t be easily ignored and over time they changed me. In other words, when a challenging thought came my way, I faced it and adjusted according. It took years for all of those small adjustments to add up to atheism. Eventually I simply recognized that I no longer believed.

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Erich Vieth is an attorney focusing on consumer law litigation and appellate practice. He is also a working musician and a writer, having founded Dangerous Intersection in 2006. Erich lives in the Shaw Neighborhood of St. Louis, Missouri, where he lives half-time with his two extraordinary daughters.

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  1. Edgar Montrose says:

    It happened for me when I was an undergrad student — the time in one’s life when new ideas and concepts are plentiful and everything is open to scrutiny. More and more I realized that the tenets of my faith conflicted with reality, logic, and good sense. But, frankly, I was AFRAID not to believe.

    Finally, overwhelmed with evidence against my faith, I decided to declare (to myself) my lack of belief, as an experiment. If there really was a God, I decided, then He would certainly make Himself known when I stopped believing in Him. Whatever the consequences, it was worth it to know for certain.

    Nothing bad happened.

    Nothing happened AT ALL.

    Nothing.

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