Behind The Blog: My Daughter, Wife and I

EllieIt was on January 7th 2007, in Arusha Tanzania, where I met a beautiful 19 years old Danish young lady. Her name is Lea. This wonderful and wise young lady  not only changed my worldview, but also revolutionized it. She is now my wife. How I got a woman beyond my class to marry me, I do not know. I was a 20 years old moral relativist, agnostic and profoundly influence by the philosophy of Lao Tzu.

Ellie Og Mor

Eloise and Lea

My Bible was A Source Book In Chinese Philosophy (1961), translated and compiled by Wing-Tsit Chan. My knowledge of Christian theism was so poor that Dan Brown’s fictional novel, Da Vinci Code (2003), tore it apart and left me skeptic. When I met Lea, I was on the road to what is called friendly atheism. I believed in something greater than us, mostly when I was in emotionally troubled and in need of comfort. This greater being was definitely not the God of the Bible. The God of the Bible was too holy and wrathful. I did not want such a God to exist. The moral guilt I bared from my downhill moral life style was too great. To kill it, that God had to die. No such God, no moral guilt.

My wife had something Alvin Plantinga called proper basic belief. She discovered that I did not believe in a Christian God. I  believed that the Bible was full of contradictions, plus unreasonable accounts, and minus had an experience with self-identified who where like just me, big fat Christian hypocrites. I expected her to give reasons for her belief. She did not. Instead she challenged me not to dismiss God as understood by Christians without knowing what I was dismissing. Like Mortimer J. Adler, she told me, do not say you agree, disagree, or suspend judgment, until you can say  you understand.

I was falling head over heels in love with her. Here was a beautiful young lady who listened. I accepted her challenge and took a journey  that I believe would show that her belief in God was wrong. I began a journey of understanding before disagreeing. Well, here I am.  A contender of the belief I set to show false. Still trying to understand and wrestle with hard question. The more I know, the more I know I do not know and the more I what to know.

I married her. Yes I did. 4.5 years back. We have a beautiful daughter, Eloise Madeleine, and another on the way. I am blessed beyond measure to have such wonderful people around me.

I enjoy reading scholarly journals and books than watching TV or sleep. I  read atheistic literature daily, mostly the classical atheists such as Nietzsche, Sartre, Russell and some modern atheists philosophers such as Mackie, Tooley, Nielsen, Rowe, and Draper. I am a captivated by the works of Epicurus and David Hume.  Reading and pondering classics, works of Plato, Aristotle and Cicero gives me joy.  Augustine, Aquinas, Calvin, Luther, Owen, and Edward shaped to Reformed view of theology. As D. A. Carson, I am holding a moderate position and continuously exploring and been edified by other none-reformed views, mostly the works of Jacob Arminius.

If I could choose two contemporary philosophers who I would love to have coffee with, I will choose an atheist philosopher Bradley Monton and a theist philosopher Alvin Plantinga. If two theologians; D. A. Carson and N. T. Wright.

This is a little about me. I hope you got to know a little more about the guy, who loves philosophy and theology, behind the blog.

Getting personal: What would you like to know about me?


3 thoughts on “Behind The Blog: My Daughter, Wife and I

  1. Wow this is powerful, praise God for the testimony in your heart! Be blessed in everything that you do, brother

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