Growing up the way I did, there was an acceptance as fact of the myths associated with Christianity. My mom or grandmother, I forget which, had some picture or knick-knack that bore the phrase: “Only one life, ’twill soon be past; only what’s done for Christ will last.” When I was 18, I believed that I was “called” to preach. And I did for a while, hard though that might be to imagine, and even attended seminary. Eventually, after becoming an atheist, I was forced to analyze the idea of being “called” in different terms. I’ve always been rather