The Cult of Certainty
For the first 20 years of my life I was raised in a strict pentecostal household. I was in church every single time the doors were open. I was a teacher in children's ministry and was involved in our teen ministry. I played the piano up on stage along with the worship team. Every Halloween instead of trick-or-treating I helped in the Trunk-or-Treat. I went to every single youth convention they had. I hate to admit this now but I even spoke in tongues which I have come to understand is “hysteria at its finest”. Basically I was “in deep”! When I was 20 I met my husband, he is a full time atheist. As you can imagine I tried my very best, as any good Christian girl does, to try to convert him. He of course held his ground. When I was alone I would sit and cry because I would be so afraid that the devil was trying to corrupt me. That is what they teach in Christianity, you need to be on guard all the time because the devil is constantly trying to entice you to his ...