The Persuader In Me
By J.W. I t is amazing how blind I was. I would say anything to justify my belief. Like a lawyer pulling the strings of the grand jury . I am persuasive. "Time Saving Truth from Falsehood and Envy" via Wikipedia Neither a pastor nor raised in the church, my apologetics turned the stomachs of some hardcore atheists. I did not know then what gave me my power. The desperate hope of mankind to find meaning, purpose, and value -- in the world -- in themselves. It didn’t occur to me that they were responding to the bold display of love and vulnerability because that spirit is attractive. Who doesn’t want to be loved? Who wouldn’t want to be saved? Who doesn’t want to find purpose? But like Neo in the Matrix, there was a splinter in my mind. There was something wrong with the world. It did not match my view. Perhaps the question that was most damaging to me was: “Do I want to live forever?” No, I do not. Truthfully, oblivion sounds like a very merciful end to life. No c