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My Journey to Apostasy — Part I

It is over. Despite decades of indoctrination, the spell has been broken.


From as far back as I can remember, I have been a Christian. As a child, raised and confirmed in the Lutheran church, we were taught that the battle was Christians vs. everyone else and we should pray for those who didn’t believe. As a rebellious teen, while my peers were wearing the latest concert T-shirt, I wore one that simply said, “Try God”. Later in college, I connected with a group of holy rollers and my faith became more serious. I recommitted my life to the Lord and, despite being a generally horrible human being at that time, worked more consciously to live according to my stated beliefs.

Fast forward to adulthood, I became a worship leader in a couple of evangelical churches. While this should have strengthened my faith, it instead exposed cracks in the armor. Oh, in case you’re wondering, “armor” is a big thing in Christianity. From Ephesians 6:11:

Put on the full armor of God, so that you can take your stand against the devil’s schemes. For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms. Therefore put on the full armor of God, so that when the day of evil comes, you may be able to stand your ground, and after you have done everything, to stand. Stand firm then, with the belt of truth buckled around your waist, with the breastplate of righteousness in place, and with your feet fitted with the readiness that comes from the gospel of peace. In addition to all this, take up the shield of faith, with which you can extinguish all the flaming arrows of the evil one. Take the helmet of…



Kevin King

“The first step to achieving the impossible is to believe in its possibility.” I write short pieces to inform, inspire, and hopefully teach a fast-paced world.