My journey to faith and my journey to libertarianism ran on parallel tracks.
My mother’s family was nominally Christian, but my dad’s was Southern Baptist. I was baptized in my grandma’s Southern Baptist church at a young age, but self-selected out of theism altogether by the time I hit double digits. There were a few reasons for that. In particular, I thought their traditional view of hell as eternal conscious torment suggested a God who was too cruel and petty to be believable as the God of love who cared about us like a father…