This is a beautiful account of a man’s conversion from atheism to Christianity. Speaking of later reflection on his seventeen-year-old self’s epiphany that there was no God:
I no longer regard my insight as a genuine discovery. For all its irreligious effects, the certitude I felt that morning in 1976 now appears to me a specimen of faith, and that faith began to crumble a few years ago. I thought it had heralded the truth, and for three decades afterward I felt it to be binding truth, but at fifty-three years of age, I now see it as error, an unfortunate one whose cost to me was an anti-spiritual, depleted existence through the prime of my life.
Read it all- I found it really moving. One thing I’d correct him about- he hasn’t lost the prime of his life. That’s still coming.