Christopher Beha’s path to atheism began in college. Close encounters with death—a brother’s car accident, his own cancer diagnosis—led to a period of disenchantment. He picked up Bertrand Russell’s anti-religious diatribes and started skipping Mass, which he’d attended since childhood. In the years that followed, he immersed himself in the work of atheists such as Albert Camus and Arthur Schopenhauer. As he grew older, something shifted. In his new book, Why I Am Not an Atheist , Beha—a

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