A Pagan Convert's Tale
I gave up believing in God when I was 9 years old. If God would let a devoted, loving child of his go through h*** at the hands of her peers and her abusive teachers for 5 long, hard years, and never changed anything despite the prayers and pleadings of those around her, and herself, he must be a sick, disgusting, cruel God, and I would have no part of his religion. At age 14, I befriended a Wiccan and trained under him for a year and a day, as per tradition, to adopt Wicca as my religion. I have never been happier than I am as a pagan. I wouldn't change my belief for the world. While my life hasn't gotten easier, I am more at peace, knowing that the God and Goddess of my tradition are lending their strength to me in a way that I can see and feel, in nature and the spiritual world around me. I never felt that peace with Christianity. EVER.