About ME

Hello. I'm James.

I write for writing's sake and as a means of finding the truth.

Everything you read here has been written with passion and honesty. I’ve often been accused of contrarianism, but I’ve held and defended almost every opinion on every major subject, and always with genuine belief. Writing is a form of truth-seeking experimentalism to me, a process by which I might clarify my thoughts and the thoughts of others so that something of value can be assembled.

A little about me...

Much of my life is spent thinking, and when I’m not thinking I’m often writing or talking about what I’ve been thinking. When I was six, my parents divorced and I found myself smuggled away from my suburban Sheffield home to live in a quiet little village nestled in the rolling hills of the magnificent English countryside. My comparatively early ‘awakening’ into conscious thought occurred at this time, no doubt due to the displacement I had experienced. The morning prayers and weekly church visits of my new school jarred me, and I found myself persuaded of atheism as I reached for a rational excuse to rebel against the newly imposed rules and traditions.

My trajectory was set: I was to read and write as much as I could on the subject of atheism and other philosophical ideas throughout my childhood and early adolescence. My opinions shifted with new input from the great minds of the past, and my writing continuously changed as a reflection of my appreciations of these men. By the time I reached university, I was fully-equipped with the fashionable opinions of my day: I was a true lefty. But something changed.

As I descended into the depths of my own selfishness, I found that the old questions I had once dismissed in my naivety began to resurface: Why is there something rather than nothing? What is the meaning of life if this is all just the product of indifferent physical processes? What happens when I die? Why are evil things really evil and not just unfashionable?

And as luck would have it, Jordan Peterson entered the global intellectual scene during my second year of university to cause such an earth-shaking internal revolution as I have never felt in my life. Almost everything I once believed was slipping away. I began to accept that I had some form of faith, that I had to if my life were to continue – a simple faith in the meaning of life. I became, without knowing it, a Christian atheist: one who seeks the rewards of the religious tradition but who is not quite ready to pay the dues.

Flirtations with neo-conservatism and libertarianism brought me to my final political resting place: Burkean conservatism, or Anglo-Gaullism: a political position almost extinct and best represented by none other than the brother of the man who first convinced me of atheism: Peter Hitchens. He represents a feeling in my country which is actually quite popular, though few realise it (and the media and politicians certainly pay no attention to it).

Finally, I began to take seriously the possibility that God could actually exist, and I was stunned by the theological revolution which had taken place in the last few decades. Spearheaded by men like William Lane Craig, this eruption of rational, respectable apologetics led me to faith. I am now, almost 15 years after I first became an atheist, utterly convinced that God exists and that Jesus Christ died on the cross and was raised from the dead for the sake of us all. How strange life is. At last, I have a rational and consistent grounding for morality and life’s meaning.

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