As most of
my readers probably know, I was an atheist for about a decade -- roughly the
1990s, give or take. Occasionally I am
asked how I came to reject atheism. I
briefly addressed this in The
Last Superstition. A longer
answer, which I offer here, requires an account of the atheism I came to reject.
I was
brought up Catholic, but lost whatever I had of the Faith by the time I was
about 13 or 14. Hearing, from a
non-Catholic relative, some of the stock anti-Catholic arguments for the first
time -- “That isn’t in the Bible!”, “This came from paganism!”, “Here’s what
they did to people in the Middle Ages!”, etc. -- I was mesmerized, and
convinced, seemingly for good. Sola scriptura-based arguments are
extremely impressive, until you come to realize that their basic premise -- sola scriptura itself -- has absolutely
nothing to be said for it. Unfortunately
it takes some people, like my younger self, a long time to see that. Such arguments can survive even the complete
loss of religious belief, the anti-Catholic ghost that carries on beyond the
death of the Protestant body, haunting the atheist who finds himself sounding
like Martin Luther when debating his papist friends.



































