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What one experience completely changed your belief system?
91 RESPONSES | posted by deirdlewis 6 months ago | Explorations

The Contagious Love Experiment sounds like a ’70s rock band. It’s not. It’s the title of a cross-country journey made by two Iraq vets—Josh Stieber and Conor Curran—that started this past summer. Inspired by the title of Gandhi’s autobiography (The Story of My Experiments with Truth), Josh decided to become a conscientious objector. His plan: to walk and bike across the country, meet people, talk to them about his experiences in the war, and to learn about other organizations that started with one person’s idea of change.
Wait. Hold on. Iraq vets? Gandhi? War stories? Bike rides? Contagious love? Yes, my thoughts exactly. I had to talk to these guys.

Josh Stieber Says No to War and Yes to Change
I first spoke with Josh, the initial instigator of the experiment. He decided to join the army right after 9/11 when he was still in middle school. He felt that if there was a war going on when he was of age, he was going to enlist. And he did: High-school graduation was in June of ’06, basic training began in July, and by February’07, he was deployed to Baghdad. On the surface, there wasn’t a person better suited for the job. He was young, healthy, and strong. He grew up attending religious schools where he read about “the prophecy of George Bush”. He believed that “we” were right and “they” were wrong. He wanted to help rid the world of the bad guys in much the same way a doctor would cut out a tumor.
Once he got there though, his reasoning began to make a lot less sense. “I realized things weren’t so black and white. I realized that much of my decision to enlist was based on fear and paranoia and hatred. Kicking down doors of people’s homes on a daily basis in order to find anything suspicious, seeing innocent people die—it forced me to question my own beliefs and to realize that I needed to start looking at people with compassion,” Josh says.
In fact, Josh says that soldiers are taught to “dehumanize entire groups.” They learn that empathy is a liability. “If you have empathy towards someone, you are less likely to shoot to kill.”
While he was still in Baghdad, Josh began reading Gandhi’s autobiography, as well as books by Tolstoy and Martin Luther King Jr. (earning a bit of an outsider reputation). He began to see the hypocrisy of believing in both the Christian ideal of “love your enemies” and being asked to show little care for human life. After being deployed for 14 months, Josh decided to become a conscientious objector.
It was then that he realized that if he was going to say ‘No’ to war, he had to say ‘Yes’ to something else.
Taking a cue from organizations such as Alex’s Lemonade Stand, which started with one person’s decision to make a difference (in that case, a 4-year-old cancer patient’s decision to raise money for research, which is now a foundation that has raised more than $30 million), Josh decided to take a bike trip across the country. His goal: To meet people and talk to them about his experiences. Fueled by the knowledge that love is stronger than fear, hate, suffering, and even death, he wanted to listen to others, show compassion, and withhold judgment. No easy task! That’s why he calls it an experiment.
Conor Curran Finds Salvation in Bravery
Conor came to similar conclusions, though his path was a little more complicated. Rejecting, at age 16, the strict Christian beliefs he grew up with, Conor soon became addicted to the immediate-rush experience found in extreme sports, drinking, and drugs. By the time he was in college, he saw the Marines as a way out and into a more honorable way of seeking the same kind of excitement. He continued to judge others and feel contempt towards religion, but he felt a new confidence in having people think he made a brave choice. It wasn’t until he completed four years of service and returned home that he began to recognize how negativity, anger, and fear had been such a motivation for him.
While Josh feels the turnaround in his views of the war was a gradual process, Conor remembers a very particular experience that changes his perspective. On his first tour of duty, he worked clearing roadside bombs, and quickly worked his way up to a rank of sergeant. On his second tour, he was in Ramadi with his squad when he decided to do a random search of the village. They came to one house that had a courtyard in the back with lush green grass (uncommon in the desert) and a beautiful garden.
“It looked like someone had put a lot of time and effort into its care … It was magical,” Conor says. Thinking this was suspicious, they entered the home and “pulled it apart,” while Conor went into the garden to sweep with his metal detector. He was digging holes in the lawn and pulling out plants when the man of the house came outside carrying a tray. Without acknowledging what Conor was doing, the man spoke in perfect English and offered him a cup of tea.
“My brain fried,” Conor says.
Nothing in basic training had prepared him for an act of compassion. Though he said that this marked the moment when his own turn of consciousness began, he’s quick to point out that it didn’t fully sink in until months later.
After receiving his discharge papers, Conor assumed he would be able to just pick up where he left off, but he wasn’t aware of the anger and hatred he carryied with him. His brother had joined Veterans for Peace, and Conor made fun of him. He finally admitted that he was unhappy and was only able to begin healing when he started acknowledging a commonality between people—how despite superficial differences, we are all human.
“I found that I freed myself from the mental confines I put myself in because up until then I was sort of on a reactionary course where I was always responding to my own judgment or what someone else thought of me.”
Conor said that his spirituality was reawakened as well, which he felt led to an awareness of random coincidence and good luck, such as meeting Josh. “And all of this was rooted in one act of compassion; where one guy loved his enemy, even though he had every reason not to.”

Having finished their cross-country trip, which you can read about here, they are now preparing to join forces with a group of young people from Afghanistan who want to have an open dialogue promoting peace and non-violence. In addition, they are working on a book and documentary chronicling these events. Channeling the same energy and focus they put into joining the war, they are now dedicating themselves to showing how love and cooperation can be effective and powerful ways to deal with conflict. “Every action we make isn’t going to change the world overnight, but day-by-day ,there are plenty of ways we can move in a more loving direction”.


hockey
- 5 months agoTim Tebow. A true gentleman.
grace4ful
- 5 months agoAs weird as this sounds, it was my year-long confirmation program at my UCC church in Appleton, WI. Most teenagers dread going to confirmation class, but I loved it. My belief system was completely altered for the better when our youth pastor said to us (although I was probably the only one paying attention), "I would rather arrive in Heaven as one who accepted and love all people than as one who hated and persecuted." The UCC's mission is loving people from all walks of life, and hearing such a personal and spiritual tribute to that mission really changed me.
GoogieTeason
- 5 months agoI think I'm out of my element here. I'm much older than most of you. It's wonderful to see you growing. And to the person correcting English and the written word. You might possibly be an employment counselor. Your advice is solid. If the advice is heeded, it would stand them in good stead.
RedDelicious
- 5 months agoThere were several things that changed my beliefs as a Christian. I went to a Christian school and was actually ridiculed and hailed as uncool because I actively worshiped. I didn't want to be lukewarm, so I gave all I could to God. I knew on the "outside", once I left the cocoon of the familiar church and school and went to college, I would face people challenging me about what I believed. But when I realized I got more crap from people who supposedly believed the same thing I did than people who were Buddhist, or Wicca, or Hindu... it made me question what the church was teaching us. If the people are supposed to be the embodiment of the church, and I was outcast for believing, how was that supposed to work? What did that say about what we were being fed, how we were being taught...
It got worse after I got married. My in-laws are deeply religious. My mother-in-law is an ordained minister. But their marriage is so screwed up... and she actually teaches at a bible college. Both her and my father-in-law just constantly live their lives in denial of their own actions, and use their beliefs to build walls around themselves. And they talk about how they are doing God's will... I don't even want to speak to them anymore because it's just become so offensive to me. These are the people that are trying to bring others to God, so worried about the lives of others, pointing out the specks in other peoples eyes when the planks in their own are too hard for others to ignore, and yet they deny they're even there.
I used to attend a church group with my brother-in-law and his wife. Around Halloween we moved, I got sick, and the Holidays overtook our time and we stopped going. Yet not one of these people, who all knew a way to contact me, reached out to see how I was doing. Not one of them asked where I was, or even seemed to care that I had basically disappeared. Even my bro and sis in-law have said nothing to me. These people who came together and touted coming together as a community didn't seem to care when part of their community left.
I could go on about my Dad disappearing, or the fact that that entire side of his family hasn't said word one to me in years despite the fact I tried to call or contact them in some way several times, tried to give them my contact info, hoped they would keep in touch. All of them saying they loved me the last time I spoke to them, all of them holding a belief in God, a lot of them church going people. Yet none of them care enough to simply email me. Pick up a phone and call me.
So my faith has basically been put on hiatus, because I can't get past the fact that despite the fact that these people walk around claiming to believe in God, claiming to be following his teachings, and yet they continue to hurt or ignore people, and don't seem to care that they're doing it. I can't make them change who they are, I realize that. But it's changed me profoundly. And I struggle with this daily, trying to make sense of it, and trying to see if there's any way I can move past this in a way that allows me to believe again and that makes me want to participate in worshiping a God that seems to be so absent in the people that claim to believe in Him.
loudinrich
- 5 months ago in reply to dancingplatypus@dancingplatypus What have you been talking about for an hour, and what questions do you have?
"Anyway... how come you aren't on here 24/7?"
I do have a life. I also almost over my bout of bronchitis, so I can't justify spending too much time here anymore. I will, of course, stick around. This place is addictive. (I get to play with kitty) :)
dancingplatypus
- 5 months ago in reply to loudinrich@loudinrich what a great message you've posted. I came here to tell you that I have dozens of questions for you, and instead I find this article on moles and whatnot. Wow. I've been talking about this for about an hour now.
Anyway... how come you aren't on here 24/7?
lvn4cy
- 5 months agoGoing through an nplanned pregnancy that resulted in a stillbirth. Since then I can't just stop questioning WHY.? I did everything right, did not abuse my body at all. WHy would something so horrible happen to a good person.?
newfangled93
- 5 months agoMy mom practically abandoning my who family, and left me with mybrothers n dad. Theres nothing wrong with being raised by men at all, but every girl needs a motherly figure. So I prayed and asked if there is a God, who ever he is, or what ever it is, please show me the right way, and guide to discern which is rite, but also brong my mother back, and I will know. My mother returned, and I met with missionaries from the kingdom hall, but I just didn't feel it. That comfort I felt while I prayed just wasn't even there. But then I met with lds missionaries, I felt the love and comfort I felt before, and I could just see their reverance and their respect towards my family and I. I know because though I was just fifteen then and sixteen now, I know that this is where I am suppose to be. I am so thankful I know it now, and not ten years down the road.
luv_you
- 6 months agoBeing left alone in the street, after a car hit and run on me. There were some people who saw that accident, but they just didn't do anything. They just looked pity on me, but no one really do anything. I'm both angry and embarass. That's when I realized that this world is cold and ignorance. We need more kindness.
rainjane
- 6 months agoVisiting the International House of Prayer in Kansas City, MO
http://ihop.org/
rainjane
- 6 months ago in reply to larrybeans@larrybeans well said
scs6p
- 6 months agoi'll preface by saying that for the longest time, i never really understood the bible or all of the religious hoopla anyway.
in high school, there was a youth group from an area church that at one point or another probably had 70 or so kids attending from my school alone (my school only had around 200 students so this was a LOT). every wednesday they would come in wearing the same exact shirts and encourage others to join them at youth group. finally, one day i gave in and went. i was vulnerable and looking for SOMETHING to believe in and thought this might be the answer. unfortunately, it didn't solve my problem. it wasn't anything they did, i just realized that it wasn't the direction i was looking for. however, from that point on i was hounded by the kids and even the youth group leader asking why i decided not to come the next wednesday or wednesday after that for that matter. i came to find out later that once their youth group reached a certain #, they would receive a pizza party or some kind of prize. to this day, that still rubs me the wrong way. my feeling is that if you believe in something so powerful, you shouldn't need a bribe to get people to "see the light" i guess i just didn't understand. this is just one of many experiences i've had with organized religion that has made me question a LOT of things.
the other thing that really shaped my belief system was seeing so many religious people leading double lives. many times i've seen my friends go to church, talk about their religion, their beliefs, etc and how much they mean to them and then the next saturday night see them at the bar 10 beers in. it doesn't make sense to me.
these experiences have made me realize that organized religion isn't for me. i'm not ruling it out entirely but at this point, it's not something i'm interested in. i believe in God and the powers that may be but i show my gratitude and gratefulness in my own way. that being said, i don't judge others for their beliefs and i sure hope they don't judge me as well.
starseed
- 6 months agoI grew up in Catholic school my whole life and only had friends with Catholic families. I knew very few people who were something other than Catholic. When I was 16 one my best friends started going to a Christian youth group at an Anglican church. She got really involved in the church community and basically changed everything about her life in less than 3 months. As a result for her 16th birthday party, myself and about 10 others went to a Christian rally/concert-thing of 18,000 people. It completely changed everything I ever thought about religion. I had only ever been to Catholic mass less than a dozen times my entire life and had never seen anything other religions do before.
I was in complete shock. People were crying, raising their arms to the sky, shouting in languages I didn't know, and rocking back-and-forth in their seats. I was disturbed, horrified, confused, and kind of amused. This single event prompted me to really question religion. I had known for most of my life that I wasn't Catholic - I was simply baptized that way so that I could go to Catholic schools. But now that I had been introduced to this whole new religious world, I had a lot of questions. I spent the years between 16 and 19 trying to find my faith. I never did and instead found that I'm much happier not following a religion or believing in something I don't see or feel. I just don't have the faith gene, if you will. And I'm much happier. But I don't think I would have ever gone on the search for faith were it not for that one birthday party, surrounded by thousands of Christians.
Gobbie
- 6 months agoObserving how my closest ones live an ironic pitiful life.
Jasph
- 6 months agoUh-huh. Like I said.
Meanwhile, back on the actual topic...another belief-changing experience for me was when my wife got hit by a car on the way to work, went through the windshield, and then went through major rehab to overcome a brain injury. This experience forever altered my ideas about personality, identity, and love.
Anyone who's ever dealt with a significant change in a loved one's mental or physical capacity (whether temporarily, like my wife, or permanently, as so frequently happens) knows what a test of love it can be. You're no longer with the same person, really, but with some barely recognizable remnant of him or her. It's a whole new relationship. What does this mean for the old relationship, your history, your memories, your commitment? It's a mind-blower.
I've always been dubious of big, Platonic ideas like the painful experiences of life being God's hammer blows on the chisel, sculpting us into perfection, that kind of thing. But when you go through tough, life-changing experiences, it does feel as though you're forced to reshape everything about yourself and grow up in a way you've never really grown before. You may end up feeling grateful for it. You may not. While you're going through it, you're just hoping to be strong enough to survive.
shmily
- 6 months agoNot to sound corny but having children made me want to make the world a better place for them, even if in a small way.
aduesapaereomni
- 6 months agothe pima country court system.
sockmonkey
- 6 months agoI applaud these young men and hope to someday make the same kind of impact.
sockmonkey
- 6 months ago in reply to skt4mn@skt4mn While I fundamentally agree with your premise on the importance of writing skills, my issue with your original comment is that it marginalized the contribution of pugglewuggle, and indeed the original topic of the forum. It is not what you said so much as the context in which you said it. In my opinion, looking at the progression of responses after your comment, you changed the trajectory of the thread.
Now, in answer to the question posed (which is not my dissertation and hence will not be edited as such): I agree with the posters who have compared the changing of ones belief system as an evolutionary process. I can look back and see so many things that were milestones in getting my thoughts on life where they are today. However, if I had to pick one, I'd say experiencing divorce in an evangelical church. The utter lack of care instigated the beginning of the end of that belief system for me and left room for lots of new development over the ensuing five or so years. This time was fraught with many more single experiences to which I could point that changed my direction again and again until I ended up somewhere between atheism and taoism, but still with a hint of Bible thumper remaining.
skt4mn
- 6 months ago in reply to Jasph@Jasph
If you look at my first post and all those that followed, my focus has been on "spelling and writing" with the main focus on spelling. You and some of the others are the ones who brought up punctuation and a lot of other crap. I don't claim to be an expert but I look up words I don't know how to spell and I have a basic idea where to put a comma and a period in a sentence.
Who do you think you are to tell me what I can and can't do here? You can just butt out too!!
Jasph
- 6 months ago in reply to skt4mn@skt4mn You're still not getting it. Nobody, not even an earnest middle-schooler, needs your advice on writing, partly because nearly every post of yours here has exhibited bad syntax, subject/verb disagreement, and any number of other romper-room violations of basic usage--but mainly because setting yourself up as the Strunk & White Police (even if you were capable) has nothing to do with the purpose of this site. In fact, as others have pointed out, it goes against the spirit of the free exchange that brings people here.
I'm glad most people have ignored this superfluous sidebar to the discussion at hand and have shared so many interesting, life-changing experiences. And although @skt4mn strikes me as the kind of guy who will never let anyone else have the last word, maybe we can all just ignore the next lame, defensive response and move on.
anniej
- 6 months agoseeing my brother descend into schizophrenia.
= expect the unexpected
inkme777
- 6 months agoseeing ken boothe live in concert, rekinddled my musical mental processing n i found all the beats that were in my head, n was able 2 communicate them, i literally had a few tears of joy, his emotional expression was so perfect, he had a real message for people, n would stop mid song to say it, no reservations nothing held back, n to be able to get down like that n sing like that in your 60's.....ill never forget it the rest of ma life
anarchyxxcrayons
- 6 months agoMy grandmother's death. She was an amazing, kind, strong person who really cared for her family and took her lumps and was gracious about it. And then she died of breast/brain cancer. I mean...how? Why? What in the fuck could the point of that possibly be? I know that religious people will have an answer to that. The most common one I heard, as a 14-year-old kid, was, "God must've just wanted her in heaven." I don't buy it. That was when I finally started to doubt.
skt4mn
- 6 months ago in reply to sockmonkey@sockmonkey
Look s***monkey, the person I originally wrote to needed someone to tell them there are consequences if they fail to learn basic writing and spelling skills. It turns out this person is very young and I feel from the response I got that she (I think it's a she) realizes it's an areas she needs to work on. I gave her some tips on how she could do that and I think it will help her. I certainly hope so. What I don't need is more s***monkeys butting in telling me what the rules are to this forum. Just butt out!! You'll also notice that I don't need to use four letter words to get my point across. If there are rules here, one of them is to not use foul language. My purpose was to help someone. Your purpose was only to bash someone. So if anyone is in the wrong here, it's you.
sockmonkey
- 6 months ago in reply to skt4mn@skt4mn
Begin your sentences with a capital letter.
"If they just want to do manual labor for the rest of their life.." lives, not life.
"...they will ignore my comments but if they want a desk job..." Two complete sentences joined with a conjunction should be separated by a comma in all cases.
"...open to making ourselves better but too many of us fail to speak up. It wasn't that way when I was a kid and it was a better place and a better time to grow up." Two more examples of sentences in need of separating commas.
I agree that poor grammar can change the reader's perception of the validity of your comments. I also agree that this is not the correct time nor place to advise people on their grammar. This is a social forum in which people share their thoughts; not an English class. The most important thing to remember is that when you choose to point out the weaknesses in someone else's work - particularly when their words are emotional, personal, and worthy of empathy - you are inviting a hailstorm of criticism for your own technical writing skills, and no one gives a shit what you think anymore.
the_James
- 6 months agoi cant say that ive ever been a big "believer" of anything as far as religion goes, but when my mom passed away two years ago i realized that life is incredibly fragile. i realized that whatever happens when we leave here, i need to cherish every breath i take because im not promised another one.
OctopusEye
- 6 months ago in reply to Lizz33@Lizz33 scary about the 17 year old.. what did he/she mean by that?
loudinrich
- 6 months ago@ skt4mn
I would like to comment on your spelling comments. Like you have realized, we are of many ages here and some have not finished with their education. I would also like to point out that, I like many others, have dyslexia- which affects my ability to spell. Even though I am in my mid-thirties, It is something that I still work on. I do believe that my voice (and others with learning difficulties) is as valid and as important as other peoples without such hinderances.
On an article on compassion, I ask that you consider that not all people can spell with the same accuracy; and that you bear with us (we are trying). Thanks.
loudinrich
- 6 months agoI have to say that my belief system is still evolving. Sometimes, it is the quiet day to day things that cause a shift, that I am rarely aware of. If we talk about religion, it was more about finding the faith that taught the same thing that I had felt since early childhood; that all religions and people are connected and are the fruits of God (or some Great Spirit). When I found the Baha'i Faith, I joined.
I can think of one thing that wasn't about religion, but more about compassion. I used to have no sympathy for drug addicts. I felt like they choose that life and that it was their own fault that their lives were such a mess.
Then I watched a documentery film about "moles" living in the NYC subway tunnels. There was one lady in the film that was constantly doing crack- she was one messed up individual! I remember feeling repulsed by her until, at the end of the film they interviewed her. Her story. She used to work 3 jobs to keep up with life and raise her two little kids. One night she came back from her job, to find that her apartment building was on fire, and her children were dead. With no other family, she didn't care if she lived anymore. (I wanted so much to hold her as she wept for the camera, and I wept for her).
My kids were the same age as hers (when they died) at the time that I watched the film.
Lizz33
- 6 months agoa 17 yr old sex offender telling me that treatment was teaching him to become a better criminal & a sunset over the ocean
33birds
- 6 months agochildbirth & and watching a 13 year old client have his first psychotic break.
skt4mn
- 6 months ago in reply to pugglewuggle132@pugglewuggle132
Oh yeah, one more thing. Be sure to test yourself by writing it out on paper. That way you won't forget it. Make sure you sign up for typing class when you can. That will help a lot too.
skt4mn
- 6 months ago in reply to pugglewuggle132@pugglewuggle132
I'm glad to know that and now you know what you need to work on. When I was in grade school, we had to learn to spell 20 words every week. If you don't do that as a class, suggest to your teacher that it would be a really good idea and if that isn't possible, have your mom or dad help you or just do it on your own. When you practice, try to see the words in your head or in a little bubble above your head like in a cartoon. Say the word, spell it, and say the word again then go on to the next word. It isn't too hard that way. If I can help, you know how to find me. Good luck.
pugglewuggle132
- 6 months ago in reply to skt4mn@skt4mn lol i know i cant spell but im still in middle school so i still have some time left to learn!
RainbowXian
- 6 months ago in reply to larrybeans@larrybeans I feel I have a relationship with God. I realize I may have not been clear in my reply, but I am a Christian. I just feel I have been led by God to enhance my faith by including different philosophies that help me to grow in Christ and be a better representative, instead of like those people you were mentioning, the self-righteous afterlife obsessed types. I go to church with those types, and they can be utterly annoying to be around.
dool
- 6 months ago@justinsreality I have one kinda similar. I used to travel across the US for works years ago and spent many nights, weeks, months in hotel rooms. One night after a long drive across a whole bunch of states, I plunked myself on my bed and switched on the box. I flicked through dozens of channels and got some weather channel. All it showed was a satellite view of the earth as it sailed high above. No sound, no ads, just this enigmatic, silent, peaceful scene of this big blue planet we live in. It was so lovely and calming to think that despite all the rubbish in the world with wars, pettiness in traffic, trash tv and so on, we actually inhabit a beautiful place. I must have just sat there for a good half an hour not moving from the bed, just soaking it all in.
That image often comes to me even a decade after I first saw it...Lovely stuff
mcall
- 6 months agoI was one of those really mean girls in jr. high. Matured and grew out of it, however, as an adult I met the parents of one of the girls I was especially mean too. They didn't know me, and as I observed the love and pride they had in their child (the one I thought was beneath me in every way), my insides caved in. I had become a parent by this time, and considered myself quite kind and good. But the soft love these parents had for that girl was the same consuming love I had for my own sweet, vulnerable child. I never saw myself the same. I cringe when I think of me. It became my life's goal to raise children who would never be the mean girls and to always show compassion for the underdog.
And I am proud to say it worked.
larrybeans
- 6 months ago in reply to RainbowXian@RainbowXian I just get sick of people being obsessed with the afterlife. Not that I don't believe in it, but I mean come on, right now I'm here! I believe Jesus wants me to experience a new life here and now, not just later. As Shane Claiborne writes, while the church is offering life after death, people are really wondering if there is life before death.
With all due respect to you, RainbowXian, I am still inclined to say that you are missing out on a radical lifestyle of following after Jesus and bringing the Kingdom of God "on earth as it is in heaven." That, of course, is my belief. But I do not say that out of superiority or condemnation. I would also argue that a lot of Christians are missing the life Jesus wants them to live.
FaithsIrony
- 6 months agothe suicide of a friend i had allowed myself to lose touch with.
my fathers terminal cancer on top of the extreme religious ideas he instilled in me.
and marriage.
all at once. im still not sure how being married changed things for me spiritually, but it definitely has.