My story is less a tale of faith to reason, but of utilising reason to avert faith. As a child in the 1960’s I set out to read the bible. I didn’t get very far when I encountered the story of Abraham escorting his child Isaac to the mountain with the intention of murdering him on god’s command to prove his feality. Isaac suspected something was amiss when his father left the sacraficial lamb behind, yet continued the three day trek with his would-be assassin. Abraham physically bound his son and was about to deliver the fatal blow when an “angel” commanded him to desist from carrying out the barbarous act. From a child’s point of view, I couldn’t fathom the concept of the most trusted and loving person in your life being willing to slaughter you on anyone’s command, no matter how important he may be. As an adult I can’t imagine a more heinous act than to deliberately snuff out the life of your child. The logical questions of the aftermath are how could Isaac ever trust his father again, and how could Abraham ever overcome his shame, but this is not addressed. Why didn’t Isaac attempt an escape? How could an omnipotent god possess such a fragile ego that he would feel the need to put his subjects to such a test? It defies rationalism. This ill-begotten behaviour is actually presented as admirable. The conclusion to which this child came is that god is cruel and sadistic, and not only deserves not to be worshiped, but should indeed be vilified.