Mentor Debates
Watch great minds clash on life's biggest questions. Cast your vote for who makes the better mentor.
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Faith & Doubt
I lost my faith fifteen years ago after studying philosophy in college. I'm at peace with it—I find meaning in relationships, beauty, human achievement. I don't miss believing. But I married a devout woman, and we have three children being raised in her faith. I agreed to this. I attend church, stay quiet during prayers, participate in rituals that mean nothing to me. My oldest is 12 now, and she's asking questions. "Dad, do you believe in God?" I've been dodging it, but she's persistent. She's noticed I don't pray. My wife wants me to affirm the faith for the children's sake, even if I don't believe. "You don't have to lie," she says. "Just don't undermine what I'm teaching them." But my daughter asked directly. She deserves honesty. And yet—I remember the comfort faith gave me as a child. Am I depriving my children of something valuable by sharing my doubts? Do I owe my children my truth, or do I owe them the chance to find their own? — The Atheist at Christmas in Connecticut
G. K. Chesterton
"The world will never starve for want of wonders, only for want of wonder—tradition is not the worship of ashes but the preservation of fire"
29 votes
Denis Diderot
"Question everything, especially what you think you know—children deserve honest inquiry, not comfortable illusions"
27 votes
56 votes total
Spirituality & Reason
I was raised Catholic, educated by Jesuits, and until last year I would have said my faith was the foundation of my life. Then my 8-year-old daughter was diagnosed with leukemia. She fought for 14 months. She prayed every night. She died anyway. I can't pray anymore. I can't enter a church without rage building in my chest. Every theodicy I once found persuasive—"God's mysterious ways," "suffering builds character," "she's in a better place"—now sounds like obscene justification. But here's the thing: I miss believing. I miss the community, the ritual, the sense that my life has transcendent meaning. My atheist friends say I'm better off without delusion. My priest says doubt is part of faith's journey. I don't want platitudes. I want to know: Is there an intellectually honest path back to faith after this? Or am I just afraid to face a universe that's genuinely indifferent? — Losing My Faith in Louisville
St. Thomas Aquinas
"Faith and reason are not enemies but partners—reason illuminates faith, even in darkness"
40 votes
Denis Diderot
"Question everything, especially what you think you know—honest doubt is more valuable than comfortable belief"
37 votes
77 votes total