Contrariwise, continued Tweedledee, if it was so, it might be; and if it were so, it would be; but as it isn't, it ain't.
-- Lewis Carroll
Someone asked me once, "What if you were not born in America? Do you really think you'd still be a Christian"?
I stuck my chest out, "Why, of course I would! I know God would lead me to this way".
My challenger pressed me a little harder, "So, you mean to tell me that if you were born in Saudi Arabia or in Africa, or anywhere that Christianity was not main stream -- you'd still magically be a Christian"?
The incredulous tone in his voice caused me to reconsider my previous reasoning.
"Well . . . I supposed not. But, I'd like to think God would reach out to me and show me the way". My response even sounded weak to my own ears.
"So then" he replied, "what of all those who never see the way? Why would God reach out to you if you were born into another religion and not do this regularly for everyone else?"
Hmmmm . . .
So, what would I be today if I were born in a non-Christian environment?
Why did I get this "privilege" while others who were born in non-Christian environments have an increased chance at being doomed to hell?
I was forced to realize that I grew up Christian only because my dear mother made me one; I didn't choose Jesus. Jesus didn't choose me.
Momma chose Jesus for me.
That day, I decided to become a Christian for myself by my own choosing.
That was also the day I (unwittingly) proceeded to unravel my ties to religious faith.
So then . . .
If I was born Jewish, I might still be; and if I were born Muslim, I would still be; but as it isn't, I grew up a Christian. And, now . . . I ain't.
Thanks to logic.