I submitted this post to Prodigal Magazine, but they rejected it. Which is fine, because it actually had an embarrassing number of typos when I sent it. Sometimes I decide that I need to submit to everything right now and then I don’t proofread as much as I should. It’s a problem. A fairly resolvable one, though. Anyway, on we go.
When I was a teenager, I decided I didn’t need God.
I lost faith in him in middle school when I gradually realized that when Jesus says whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life, he didn’t just mean some sort of mental agreement.