Many people question evangelical Christianity. Some of them even assault the faith with logical and historical axes and pitchforks. These attacks have caused some of the faithful to fall away, having been swayed by their arguments. But it was none of these that caused me to begin down the path of questioning my faith. It was two very simple questions: "Where is the love? Where is the compassion?" When I looked around at the fundamentalist evangelical church environment I knew, I had no answer. I had to seek elsewhere to find it. What I learned shook my rock-solid foundation to the core. I remember how I once was 100% certain about everything. I had the right answer. I had the golden ticket. I had the secret. Yet now nothing is certain. All the things I once thought I knew have at best a huge question mark next to them and at worst have been completely obliterated in my mind. The only thing I know for sure now is that I used to be dead wrong. This is my story. This is my spiritual autobiography about how I ate the apple, one bite at a time.