From Theism to Non-Theism, part 1

I’m sure greater minds than mine have put this better than I will, but I have some things I’d like to share now that I’ve taken a pause from my Covid-19 Netflix binge.

We homo sapiens differ from our primate cousins in two major ways: we are virtually hairless and we have evolved larger brains. Since the preponderance of homo sapiens believe in unseen spirits and/or gods, I believe there is almost certainly a connection between these three things.

I’m more familiar with correlating the nearly universal belief in God with the large brain than I am correlating spirituality with the larger brain AND the sensuality encouraged by our lack of hair.

When we are faced with unknowns, we search for answers and explanations.

I am almost embarrasses to remember the explanations I generated for things before I “had the facts”.

As a child I thought the bands I heard on the radio were actually in the radio studio. I thought the coins people dropped in the bus fare box dropped onto the road.

Growing up poor, I knew my parents couldn’t afford all the presents I saw under the Christmas tree, so I made this deduction, “There must be a Santa Clause.” This logic kept me believing in St. Nicholas, I kid you not, until I was ten years old.

And I was a theist until I was about thirty-five. All quite logical, until I realized what I didn’t actually believe.

Without explanations, we are frustrated until we find out the why of things, and we apparently concoct a variety of explanations.

We legitimately depend on those two adults to explain things. And in the old days, before the smart adults discovered human growth hormones and pheromones, other smart adults taught us about God and the Bible.

Of course my journey to nontheism was carefully shepherded by my diligent study of the Bible, “allowing it to say what it actually said.” That is not the same as forcing it to square with traditional piety and orthodoxy

But you already know that.

About Ron Goetz

My first wife used to say, "There's nothing so sacred that Ron won't pick it apart." My desire to be a pastor -- that was a temperamental mismatch. She was so patient. If my birth mother had lived somewhere else, maybe I would've become a cold case detective. But I would have had to be J instead of a P, I think. And that mid-life reevaluation, starting adolescence as a GARB fundamentalist and transitioning to a non-theist, that gave me an unusual skill set.
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