If you’ve been following these posts, apologies for another big gap. Been a bit Christmas busy and all that.

To pick up the story again from last time.

Finding myself now as some form of a creationist, as I remember it, I was kind of hovering between being an uninterested unbeliever and a Christian. Suddenly finding myself convinced that evolution wasn’t true left me in a much more open place as far as Christianity was concerned. I think I would even say I became increasingly sympathetic. Except that I recognised that you couldn’t just become a Christian like deciding what car you would buy.

I could see that it was an all or nothing thing. I could also see that even if you could be convinced intellectually about Jesus and his claims, that still wouldn’t make you a Christian. It was more than just propositions. But I couldn’t really see how you could make that ‘leap’. It was a funny few months and often I just didn’t want to talk about it because I couldn’t work it all out. Besides all that, on Sunday mornings at the time I was a committed competition angler. Sunday mornings at church would have got right in the way of that!

Eventually I reached the stage where I remember saying to someone, ‘if it doesn’t happen, I’ll be disappointed’. I suppose you could argue that what eventually did happen was therefore somehow self delusion. Though I think twenty years on and much testing would have cured me of this.

So, from reading the booklet on creation to the day ‘it’ did happen was probably 3-4 months. I’ll tell you that bit next time.