Starting tomorrow, I will be spending a few minutes every day, for 40 days, asking God to reveal himself to me. I'm doing this as part of a project run by Premier Christian Radio, called - well, see the title. The idea is that participating atheists will share their thoughts via Facebook, blogs etc and, by the end of it, God will have resurrected Freddie Mercury, Jimi Hendrix and all the dead Beatles, thereby incontrovertibly proving his existence to us erstwhile unbelievers. Or something like that.
I'll be writing here and on the Atheist Prayer Experiment Facebook page.
I was brought up in an evangelical Christian home and was a pretty fervent Christian until my mid-20s. I'm also gay and was diagnosed with chronic renal failure when I was ten. Despite many people praying for God to heal my kidneys, I ended up having three (count 'em!) transplants. Attempts to de-gay me were similarly unsuccessful, but you can imagine what I was taught about homosexuality.
So yeah, I got religious baggage.
I'm typing this on an iPad, so I'm not going to go into details on my past here, but it may come up in the next forty days. I'm not expecting God to turn up. If he does, though, he'd better have a bloody good excuse for giving me my mum's depression instead of her cheekbones