For the next fifteen minutes, I want you to believe the sun revolves around the earth. Go ahead and revert back when the fifteen minutes is up.
If you can understand that you can’t turn that belief off like a light switch, maybe you’ll understand why it’s the same for belief in God. We change our beliefs based on two things, generally. Evidence or experience. Faith of the religious sort is usually based on experience.
Let me tell you a little story. It’s a rough one but I don’t know how else to hammer it home. I grew up with two very abusive parents including a stepfather who abused me from the time I was ten to the time I left home at seventeen. I found out later my Mom knew it was happening and did nothing, which is really funny because when the truth came out she lost her ever-loving mind trying to make up reasons why it wasn’t true. Well I don’t want to get too in the weeds but I legally emancipated from my family and then I told a counselor about the abuse. It was supposed to be confidential with the counselor but she was required to report it to social services. So that’s how that story broke in the family.
I was blamed, shamed, ostracized from my family, ostracized by friends because I was a hot mess. My mother disowned me, I never saw my step siblings ever again because their mother concluded I was a lying bitch. My grandmother told me it was my fault. It really just felt like everyone turned against me, again, for something I didn’t even want other people to know. Many people assumed I was just trying to get back at my mother for psychologically torturing me all those years.
This was all happening while I was working full time to support myself and trying to graduate high school. I was top of my class. I managed to keep my ranking but I missed so much class from sitting in the school bathroom crying I got a stern warning letter threatening my graduation. I thought about suicide on a daily basis.
I lost everything, including my reputation as an honest and good person, because of something that someone I trusted more than anyone in the world did to me. He never suffered a single consequence.
But that’s not the worst part. The worst part was that I couldn’t relate to anyone anymore, including my feel - good church family and their hollow messages about God’s supposed love. I remember praying to God for help and getting nothing. I remember begging Him not to let me lose my faith but He didn’t listen. Nothing I did could prevent my faith from slipping away from me.
Do you really think after everything else I had lost, I would choose to lose my faith at that time? Really? Why would I make that choice?
No, we move toward or away from things because experience or evidence leaves us no other choice. That belief is a choice is just another article of faith.
I didn’t really discover reason and empiricism until later. Personal experience deep-sixed my belief. Lack of evidence solidified it.