A man with no past is blinded by the light. A zealot is hungry for power. A preacher is paralysed in fear by a vision of glory. And an unassuming man becomes a reluctant Messiah.
There are two sides to this story, both intertwined to form one. Christianity and atheism. They are both right, and at the same time, they are not. All the cards are laid out on the table so they can be inspected with an open mind by both sides.
You must decide what you believe or don’t. The story cannot decide for you, but it will make you think, one way or the other, as a Christian or as an atheist.
But beware, for you might change sides. For better or worse.
It’s totally up to you.
It is with some trepidation that I offer this novel up, as it was initially written as my personal journey in coming to terms with my lack of faith. Having had a Christian upbringing, for which I am grateful, I feel I am in a unique position because I have now experienced life on both sides of the fence.
My initial plan was to write an unbiased story, which neither condemned nor exalted Christianity nor atheism, to lay all the cards on the table and let the reader make up their own mind. It was not my intention to bible-bash or brainwash the reader with my own beliefs. To my surprise it ended up being more pro-church than I had expected, possibly due to the fact that it contained three very powerful sermons. Yet despite writing this novel, I still call myself an atheist. I’m sure everyone will take from it whatever they believe in whichever side of the fence they sit.
When it came to select the next novel to publish, my wife insisted on this one. A non-believer herself, she said the world needed this story. My mother said that she cried all the way through it, calling it a masterpiece of modern religious literature.
Some will read this as reverent. Some will see the funny side, while others will only see the hypocrisy. Most, I hope, will ponder and question either way. Hmmm…