“God loves you more than you can ever love Him!” declares the guest speaker of my online cult workshop. I am doing the Twelve Steps with Big Book Awakening, a workbook, study method, and online community (or cult) of over 300 recovering alcoholics, drug users, compulsive eaters, “chaos creators,” and other literal and figurative addicts who attend weekly workshops like this one, in addition to supplemental workshops and homework groups. We are studying the Big Book of Alcoholics Anonymous. We have been working on Step Four, “made a searching and fearless moral inventory of ourselves,” for six weeks now, and today’s topic is “self-defeating beliefs.”
The speaker walks us through an “inventory sheet” of his example self-defeating belief: “God doesn’t love me.” He explains the detrimental effects this self-defeating belief has on his self-esteem, ambitions, security, personal relationships, and so on. Then, his stunning realization: it’s a lie! The truth is, God loves him very much! God loves each and every one of us, for he sent his only son Jesus Christ etc.
Since the start of this workshop five months ago, I have been intentionally, intensively, sincerely, and open-heartedly trying to cultivate faith in a Power Greater Than Myself. I envy this speaker the security and comfort he enjoys, because he believes in a loving God. But he has already alienated me, for as much as I would love to feel loved by an imaginary friend, my pesky need for truth keeps getting in the way.
“‘The truth is, God loves me’ isn’t the Truth!” I later complain to a friend. “It’s a very nice belief, but God is unverifiable and unfalsifiable. The God of Jesus Christ might be a transformative concept, but it’s not in the realm of Truth!”
Born and raised an atheist, I keep returning to my lack of faith. I have been praying for faith for almost 40 years. I have my moments, but the desired faith never arrives. I am not like the Jesus guy, who I assume was raised Christian, left his faith, and came back. We always return to our childhood religion, don’t we? Well mine is atheism, and despite my best intentions it keeps pulling me back. Atheism loves me more than I can ever love it, apparently.
Being in an online cult, I haven’t been giving my atheism the respect it deserves. Instead I feel bad about it, feel Iacking. The best faith I can muster is suspension of disbelief, as when reading fiction or watching a movie.
My fellow cult members are having their own come-to-Jesus moments during today’s Q and A, crying openly while confessing their minds have been blown by hearing the truth that God loves them so much. They too realize their doubts were just a pernicious lie. But my doubts aren’t lying to me. This stuff just isn’t true, and I can’t suspend my disbelief any more.
What am I to do? I’m in a Spiritual Program. Step Two is literally, “came to believe a Power greater than ourselves could restore us to sanity,” and Step Three is “made a decision to turn our will and our lives over to God as we understood Him.” But also I am required to be rigorously honest.
I like being honest. I’m willing to “act as if” I believe in God, but to say “the truth is God loves me” is a lie. Worse than a lie, it’s blasphemy against capital-T Truth and its requirements of verifiability and falsifiability. Sometimes I say the Truth is my Higher Power, and I admit we can know very little about it. Other times I say God is an Imaginary Friend. As long as I know I’m imagining Her, I can imagine Her meeting all my needs for love and security and protection, all those ways my fellow humans fail me. But that’s a psychological strategy, not the Truth.
“Reality is that which, when you stop believing in it, doesn’t go away.” — Philip K. Dick
If God is real, if God is the Truth, then I don’t need to believe in Her (or Him, It, whatever). Praying for faith is just making me crazy. “Let go and let God,” they say; how about I let go of trying to believe in God? The mere thought of giving that up sends me waves of relief.
Recovering addicts tend to huff God the way they huff inhalants.
They tend to see things in black and white; as page 53 of the Big Book says, “either God is everything or else he is nothing.” They go all in on the faith project.
Active alcoholics have drinking buddies; recovering alcoholics have prayer partners. It’s all a great improvement over substance abuse, and I’m happy for them. They get high on God. But I can’t get high with them.
My cult workshop reminds me of being at a party where everyone is drinking and using except me. (A non-drinker, I am in recovery for behavioral compulsions, not drug use.)
At times I have tried very hard to enjoy alcohol and drugs, withstanding their horrible tastes and smells in pursuit of the alleged buzz. But as with my pursuit of faith in God, always I failed. At best I could pretend.
At KROK, a Russian animation festival on a river cruise boat, I learned to “drink” socially by filling my glass with water and not telling anyone it wasn’t vodka. I could do that with God too, but why? Especially as my cult asks me to be rigorously honest, as well as faithful. Maybe I can’t be both.
“There lives more faith in honest doubt, Believe me, than in half the creeds.” — Alfred, Lord Tennyson
My attempts to cultivate faith have brought me back to atheism. I am an Unbeliever.
But for an unbeliever, I sure cling to a lot of other beliefs. God may not be among them, but many of my beliefs are at least as untrue, and far more destructive.
Beliefs are heuristics, a word I just learned a few days ago: shortcuts for reasoned thought. They are essential for navigating everyday life, when there’s simply not enough time to reason out every decision. As much as I cherish my skepticism, I simply can’t be skeptical of everything at every moment. I must believe to function.
I have scrutinized my relationship to God, or the concept of God, for decades. I have scrutinized my atheism. I have tried to instill in myself a handy shortcut — faith, prayer — to help me navigate life, and it hasn’t fully taken. But you know what has fully taken, what persists in this alleged unbeliever’s head? Self-loathing, despair, and what AA calls “100 forms of fear.”
If someone doesn’t like me, I believe that something is wrong with me.
I believe I should change myself to please others.
I believe I should be different from how I am.
I believe I am defective.
I believe I am a bitch, a monster, a parasite, a witch, a failure, bad at choosing friends, abused, exploited, betrayed, crazy, neglected, obsolete, ruined, subhuman, unworthy…
And so on, into the 100’s.
Of course I don’t consciously believe any of this; I’ve looked at my fears before, I’ve “done the work.” But there they are anyway, sneaking back again and again, and there I am believing them without realizing it.
My own stunning realization is, if I’m such an incorrigible atheist, I needn’t believe any of this nonsense. Unlike my cult’s Jesus-loving guest speaker, I don’t have to assert any contrary Truth; many of my beliefs are also in the realm of the unverifiable and unfalsifiable. Instead, I simply withdraw my belief. I don’t have to believe anything. I mean, I have to believe some things; as I said above, I need beliefs to function in daily life. But shitty beliefs, beliefs that hurt me? I need only doubt them.
That is the Power of Doubt.
In slogging through BBA’s weeks of “fourth-step inventory” worksheets, I saw that I feel unprotected. It’s a bad feeling. The solution, I thought a few weeks ago, is to seek protection in God. I prayed for faith in God, for protection, and for faith in God’s protection. I got caught in the rain on a bike errand and thought, “God is protecting me.” I got wet. I thought, “God’s protection is permeable.” I developed an apologetics of God’s protection. I wasted significant brainpower on this, because honestly being unprotected scares me, and the Truth is I can’t protect myself fully, and God doesn’t actually exist (although I could still Act As If I have an Imaginary Friend, which would go a long way to alleviate my fears).
Then a few days ago I met the belief, “I am unprotected” with doubt, and it evaporated. I didn’t have to prove anything otherwise; I simply didn’t believe it. I reminded myself I am an atheist. I have faith in my atheism.
“I am unprotected,” says my brain. “I don’t have to believe that,” I say back. And the fear slinks away from the power of my doubt.
Thus my doubt brings me to the same place I thought (believed) I needed faith to find.
“Faith works for them that got it.” —Unknown
There are limits to my doubt, just as there are limits to my faith. Sometimes I got faith. My mind needs shortcuts and doesn’t have time to properly doubt everything. I still believe many things, and will continue. And the power of my doubt is not so strong I can rely on it constantly. I am an atheist, but one who lapses often.
Faith is a lapse of doubt, just as doubt is a lapse of faith. Doubt and faith are like left and right hands. I can get by temporarily with just one, but do so much more with both.
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Never try to force yourself to believe in something. If that something exists, it will be there whether you believe in it or not. If there’s a God that loves you, it will still love you whether you believe in it or not, so there’s no need to stress about what you do or don’t believe in.
Hey nice to meet you Nina! Sorry to hear that you suffer from negative beliefs. You are not alone. Everyone does. People generally don’t self-reflect often, and we can automatically subconsciously believe in certain things. But hey, you’re an atheist. This is the first time I know an atheist actively seeking a religious belief. You are suppose to be skeptical about everything. It’s a double-edged sword, a curse & a gift at the same time. Same as going all in for a belief. I’m a non-religious, I go all in for the belief that I know nothing for sure, and I suffer from that as much as I am empowered by that. I know a blissful belief in God(s) can grant me peace, but one thing I would not trade: some degrees of free will. I am free to question, to doubt. If I’m a believer, I will lose this. So just be an atheist, an unbeliever, go out & doubt everything :)) Have a nice day :))
I understand this is only a snapshot of one day or week in your life. Your thoughts on forcing a relationship with an unknowable god are totally founded. Why does he have to be unknowable and mysterious? If there was a God, wouldn’t he show himself? I love that you prayed for protection, and then it rained on you. My prayers are not answered how I think they should be, either. Maybe the rain was the protection. Speculation doesn’t get us very far because it is not provable. I am coming from a believing background but I use the Power of Doubt all the time. I believe in a Kind and Loving God, I believe He is knowable and can speak to me. And if He will talk to little ol’ me, He will talk to little ol’ you. We are stuck in our own bodies, and empathy doesn’t come easy sometimes, but we know that we have people who love us. We don’t feel that love like they feel it inside themselves. We feel it when they remember us on our birthday or notice when we hide hurt or disappointment. Not being able to see God makes the relationship very different than the relationships we have with our friends or family. It leaves a lot to doubt. I do believe in Truth – truth is something that doesn’t change, truth is consistent and stable. Nothing in this world feels consistent or stable because people run this world. We see through the view of our own life experience, history can be subjective. I found your page while looking for images of the Biblical Tabernacle. Your comment was interesting “For a deity that prohibited graven images, YHWH sure demanded a lot of graven images of cherubs.” Graven images were created to worship. Cherub were heavenly beings from God. Not alternative gods to worship. God is trying to give us the truth, but people make his words what they want, and they create cultures that serve their ideals. What if there is a Good God that is trying to speak to His children but the world demonizes all the ways that He uses to speak to us. I also believe in a Great Deceiver – Satan. Well this is already to long for a comment. If you want to chat more just email me back. All the Best. 😉
I’ll recommend a ‘fictional’ book written by a professional (and talented) author, Barry Longyear. “Saint Mary Blue”
It addresses the question(s)/issues you raise above and gives a good answer that the Author found worked for him. Highest recommendation. And it’s not the usual answer, so rest assured it’s not going to just tell you to try Faith anyway.
I’ll try to keep this short, however I just want to say I love your animation style and I feel like every time I watch This Land is Mine I notice something new.
As for doubt. Even the Bible says Christian’s will wrestle with doubt, the book of James seems to imply that the only way faith is strengthened is working with doubt. Personally I tend to find myself rereading the book of Ecclesiasties a lot because it seems to be a very plain straightforward book that doesn’t talk much about faith but just states life will happen weather you like it or not. Yet it seems to hint that there is beauty to be found in all aspects of life, as hard as that is to understand. First and foremost Jesus said to love God with all our heart and soul, and to love our neighbors as we love ourselves. It is interesting to me that love is stated in three aspects in that command. Love God, Neighbor, and Self. 1 Corinthians 13 then paints a picture of it with patience, kindness, ect. Yet when it mentions faith it states that even if you have it, without love it’s pointless. What I find interesting is it seems to say even if you were given these special spiritual powers through faith it would still be useless with out love. At the end it states to abide in faith, hope, and love but the greatest of these is love. All three are important but with out all three the other two become weaker. I appreciate you are honest with your struggle with it. I’d rather talk to an honest atheist than a dishonest “Christian”.
I am not going to say “Jesus loves you! Convert!” But I do recommend reading Ecclesiasties. It’s a short read, and more or less just Solomon’s brutal analysis of life. I find it funny that a lot of Christian’s don’t like the book because of how blunt it is.
Regardless,
I hope you have a nice day and look forward to your works in the future.
Jesus promised Christians that the Holy Ghost would reveal “all” truth to them Paul, in First Corinthians 2, states that Christians possess the mind of Christ; that God has given them secret wisdom that non-believers do not know and cannot see. Yet Christians doubt. A lot of Christians doubt. Doubt is pervasive among Christians! Pastors doubt. NT scholars doubt. Christian historians doubt. Apologists doubt. Pervasive doubt among Christians is proof positive that Jesus and Paul were delusional. Jesus was a false prophet.
Your persistent struggle with doubt is your brain trying to tell you something: Christianity is false.
https://lutherwasnotbornagaincom.wordpress.com/2024/09/15/pervasive-doubt-among-christians-is-proof-the-resurrected-jesus-does-not-exist/
Gary
Author, Escaping Christian Fundamentalism blog