Making sense of my Christian heritage from the cliffs of Table Mountain
When I was 7 I thought God spoke to me during a prayer. I wondered if it was true and so began a 27-year quest which dominated my life till my mid-30's. I moved to Cape Town and climbed Table Mountain every weekend, drawn by the solitude which enabled me to make sense of my conservative religious heritage. The story ends up not being an argument against Christianity but rather about the life of a boy in South Africa, just before the end of apartheid.It is a dialog with myself, intended for my children.
CHAPTER 01 - thou shalt not dance
CHAPTER 02 - John MacArthur and the Russians
CHAPTER 03 - you're in the army now
CHAPTER 04 - my dad is dead
CHAPTER 05 - one system to rule them all
CHAPTER 06 - are we right because we presuppose we are right
CHAPTER 07 - the inconsistent god
CHAPTER 08 - my mountain
CHAPTER 09 - panic
CHAPTER 10 - faith that can not move mountains
CHAPTER 11 - a most remarkable journey
CHAPTER 12 - the value of mythology
CHAPTER 13 - power of story telling
