Back in 1995, back when I was a Christian, I went through a crisis of faith. On Christmas Eve of that year, I was trying desperately to hold on to my faith, and I attended a church service with my Brother’s Father-in-Law (the only one in the family who decided to go with him!). At that service, the preacher was talking about how Christmas would be a good time to re-invite Christ into your life and all that. It sounded good to me, so much so that that night, I invited Jesus back into my heart once again, and decided to forget about all the doubts I was having. I just knew God was with me, and would be forever. I even started attending church regularly again. This was all well and good. Until the doubts started coming back, but not as strongly as before. But still, my faith dwindled away. And by the time of the terrorist attacks of 9-11, my faith had all but left me. I tried talking to a Priest about it, but after a particularly bad Sunday service on September 30, 2001, I was praying and hand this great revelation. I knew instantly there was no God, and my eyes were opened to the beauty of the world and the freedom of life unbounded by religion. It was a Spiritual Awakening, only in reverse. If there was a God, why would he totally abandon me like that, and let me see how great the world was without him in it?