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0310320313 Here, for the first time, in his new book The Rage Against God, Peter Hitchens, brother of prominent atheist Christopher Hitchens, chronicles his personal journey ... through disbelief into a committed Christian faith. With unflinching openness and intellectual honesty, Hitchens describes the personal loss and philosophical curiosity that led him to burn his Bible at prep school and embrace atheism in its place. From there, he traces his experience as a journalist in Soviet Moscow, and the critical observations that left him with more questions than answers, and more despair than hope for how to live a meaningful life. With first-hand insight into the blurring of the line between politics and the Church, Hitchens reveals the reasons why an honest assessment of Atheism cannot sustain disbelief in God. In the process, he provides hope for all believers who, in the words of T. S. Eliot, may discover 'the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time.'Editorial ... Read more Show Less

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What if notorious atheist Christopher Hitchens, bestselling author of God Is Not Great, had a Christian brother? He does.

Peter Hitchens details a very personal story of how he left the faith but dramatically returned. And like many of the Old Testament saints whose personal lives were intertwined with the life of their nation, so Peter’s story is also the story of modern England and its sad spiritual decline.
Peter brings his work as an international journalist to bear as he documents firsthand accounts of atheistic societies, specifically in Communist Russia, where he lived in Moscow during the collapse of the Soviet Union. He shows that the world’s bloodiest century, the 20th, entailed nothing short of atheism’s own version of the Crusades and the Inquisition. The path to a secular utopia, pursued by numerous modern tyrants, is truly paved with more violence than has been witnessed in any era in history.
Hitchens provides hope for all believers whose friends or family members have left Christianity or who are enchanted by the arguments of the anti-religious intellects of our age.

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'The two best-written books [of 2010] were Christopher Hitchens's memoir Hitch 22 and his brother Peter's The Rage Against God.” — Michael Gove, , British Education Secretary
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  • Publication date: 6/1/2010
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Peter Hitchens is a British journalist, author, and broadcaster. He currently writes for the Mail on Sunday, where he is a columnist and occasional foreign correspondent, reporting most recently from Iran, North Korea, Burma, The Congo, and China. A former revolutionary, he attributes his return to faith largely to his experience of socialism in practice, which he witnessed during his many years reporting in Eastern Europe and his nearly three years as a resident correspondent in Moscow during the collapse of the Soviet Union. He lived and worked in the United States from 1993 to 1995. Hitchens lives in Oxford with his wife, Eve. They have three children.

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The Rage Against God

How Atheism Led Me to Faith
By Peter Hitchens


Copyright © 2010 Peter Hitchens
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ISBN: 978-0-310-32031-9

Chapter One

The Generation Who Were Too Clever to Believe

"Down with it, down with it, even to the ground." (THE 137TH PSALM)

I set fire to my Bible on the playing fields of my Cambridge boarding school one bright, windy spring afternoon in 1967. I was fifteen years old. The book did not, as I had hoped, blaze fiercely and swiftly. Only after much blowing and encouragement did I manage to get it to ignite at all, and I was left with a disagreeable, half-charred mess. Most of my small invited audience drifted away long before I had finished, disappointed by the anticlimax and the pettiness of the thing. Thunder did not mutter. It would be many years before I would feel a slight shiver of unease about my act of desecration. Did I then have any idea of the forces I was trifling with?

I was engaged at the time in a full, perfect, and complete rebellion against everything I had been brought up to believe. Since I had been raised to be an English gentleman, this was quite an involved process. It included behaving more or less like a juvenile delinquent, trying to look like a walking mountain range, using as much foul language as I could find excuse for, mocking the weak (such as a wheelchair-bound boy in my class who provided a specially shameful target for this impulse), insulting my elders, and eventually breaking the law. I haughtily scorned those adults who, out of alarm, concern, love, or duty, sought to warn or restrain me. Nobody can say I did not take my new anti-beliefs to their logical conclusions-hence the decision to finish the job and outrage my religious upbringing by incinerating Holy Writ.

In truth, it was not much of a Bible as Bibles go. It was bound in shiny pale blue boards with twiddly writing on the cover, and it was illustrated with soppy pictures of Christ looking-in C. S. Lewis's potent sneer at stained-glass sentimentality-"like a consumptive girl." Even so, it was the real thing, the proper 1611 Authorized Version, reasonably thumbed by my wide-eyed childish self in scores of Scripture classes, a gift from my parents and until that moment treated with proper reverence and some tenderness. But this was my Year Zero. All that had to go, especially if it had any sentimental associations. We were all free now, and the Bible was one of the things we had to be free of.

At that moment I knew-absolutely knew-that it was the enemy's book, the keystone of the arch I wished to bring down. I knew that there was no God, that the old testament was a gruesome series of atrocity stories and fairy tales, while the gospels were a laughable invention used to defraud the simple. And I joyfully and clearly understood the implications of all that, just as W. Somerset Maugham's hero, Philip Carey, understands the meaning of his atheism in the autobiographical novel Of Human Bondage, only more so:

Not knowing that he felt as he did on account of the subtle workings of his inmost nature, he ascribed the certainty he had reached to his own cleverness. He was unduly pleased with himself. With youth's lack of sympathy for an attitude other than its own he despised not a little Weeks and Hayward [fellow students] because they were content with the vague emotion which they called God and would not take the further step which to himself seemed so obvious. He was free from degrading fears and free from prejudice. he could go his way without the intolerable dread of hellfire. Suddenly he realised that he had lost also that burden of responsibility which made every action of his life a matter of urgent consequence. He could breathe more freely in a lighter air. He was responsible only to himself for the things he did. Freedom! He was his own master at last. From old habit, unconsciously, he thanked God that he no longer believed in him.

I smugly congratulated myself (as Philip Carey does in this interesting passage) on being able to be virtuous without hope of reward or fear of punishment. I know now that proper virtue is easier to lose, and harder to find, than I thought it was then. I rather think I imagined this was a tremendously original thing to do and a shrewd blow at the dull believers who needed to be scared or bribed into goodness. This is one of the principal joys of the newly fledged atheist, and a continuing joy for many rather experienced non-believers. In this, I was like Arthur Koestler's peasant who over long years perfects an ingenious invention-a two-wheeled vehicle with a saddle, pedals, and a chain-and then rides it proudly into the city to register the patent, only to discover thousands of people already riding mass-produced bicycles.

But my excitement was undimmed. There were no more external, absolute rules. The supposed foundation of every ordinance, regulation, law, and maxim-from "don't talk after lights-out" and "give way to pedestrians on the crosswalk," to "Thou shalt not commit adultery," "Thou shalt do no murder," "Honor thy father and thy mother," and "Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me"-was a fake. Praying was a comical folly, hymns were so much wailing at an empty heaven, churches were absurd buildings in urgent need of conversion into something more useful, or of demolition. Anyone could write a portentous book and call it Scripture.

Enlightened self-interest was the evolutionary foundation of good behavior. I did not have to do anything that I did not want to do, ever again. I would therefore be "happy," because I was freed from those things whereof my conscience was afraid. My conscience was in any case not to be relied on where my desires were stronger or my fears greater than its promptings. I could behave as I wished, without fear of eternal consequences and (if I was cunning and could get away with it) without fear of earthly ones either. And I could claim to be virtuous too. Unlike Philip Carey, I did immediately recognize that some of the virtues could now be dispensed with, and several of the supposed sins might turn out to be expedient if not actually delightful. I acted accordingly for several important and irrecoverable years.

A Braggart Sinner

That is pretty much as far as my personal confessions will go. My sins are unoriginal. The full details would be tedious for most people, unwelcome to my family (who have enough to put up with anyway), and upsetting for those directly affected by my very worst behavior. Let us just say that they include some political brawling with the police, some unhinged dabbling with illegal drugs (less damaging than I deserved), an arrest-richly merited by my past behavior but actually wrongful-for being in possession of an offensive weapon-very nearly killing someone else (and incidentally myself) through criminal irresponsibility while riding a motorcycle, and numberless acts of minor or major betrayal, ingratitude, disloyalty, dishonor, failure to keep promises and meet obligations, oath-breaking, cowardice, spite, or pure selfishness. I believe that nothing I could now do or say could possibly atone for them.

And then there were the things I thought and wrote and said, the high, jeering tone of my conversation, the cruel revolutionary rubbish I promoted, sometimes all too successfully, with such conviction that I persuaded some others to swallow the same poison. I have more or less recovered. I am not sure they all did. Once you have convinced a fellow-creature of the rightness of a cause, he takes his own direction and lives his own life. It is quite likely that even if you change your mind, he will not change his. Yet you remain at least partly responsible for what he does. Those who write where many read, and speak where many listen, had best be careful what they say. Someone is bound to take them seriously, and it really is no good pretending that you didn't know this.

I should be careful here. Confession can easily turn into showing off one's wickedness. There is a clever H. G. Wells short story about the end of the world called "A Vision of Judgement," in which a grisly tyrant is ordered to own up to his sins at the throne of God. He does so, "white and terrible and proud and strangely noble," much like Milton's Satan in Paradise Lost. He turns his confession into a great sonorous boast: "No evil was there but I practiced it, no cruelty wherewith I did not stain my soul ... and so I stand before you meet for your nethermost hell! Out of your greatness daring no lies, daring no pleas, but telling the truth of my iniquities before all mankind." The braggart sinner's unexpected punishment is to have the true story told, of all his embarrassing private follies, until everyone present is laughing at him and he runs to hide his shame in the Almighty's sleeve. There he finds, crouching next to him, the incendiary prophet who used to denounce him in life, likewise shown up by the recording angel as a laughable fraud, enjoying his outcast status rather too much.

I would add, for those who mistakenly think that religious persons imagine they are better than the rest, that my misbehavior did not stop when I crept stealthily into the pew behind the pillar at the back of the church, where I have skulked for the last twenty-five years. It merely lost its organized, deliberate character. I do not claim to be "saved" by my own declarations or by my attendance at the Lord's Supper. That is up to other authorities, which know my inward heart, to decide.

I talk about my own life at more length than I would normally think right, because I need to explain that I have passed through the same atheist revelation that most self-confident members of my British generation have experienced. We were sure that we, and our civilization, had grown out of the nursery myths of God, angels, and heaven. We had modern medicine, penicillin, jet engines, the welfare state, the United Nations, and "science," which explained everything that needed to be explained. People still died, it was true, but generally off-stage and drugged into a painless passivity. We could not imagine ourselves ever doing so. The "pains of death" had been abolished, along with most of the pains of life.

I was convinced that a grown-up person had no need of Santa Claus fantasies or pies in the sky. I knew all the standard arguments (who does not?) about how Christianity had stolen its myths and feast days from pagan faiths, and was another in a long line of fairy stories about gods who die and rise again. Since all the great faiths disagreed, they couldn't all be right. Jesus was curiously similar to Mithras, or was it Horus? etcetera, etcetera, etcetera, easy as pie, not in the sky, and made still more facile by the way such youthful epiphanies are applauded by many teachers and other influential adults, and endorsed by the general culture of my country, which views God as a nuisance and religion as an embarrassment or worse.

The Dismissal of Faith by the Intelligent and Educated

The fury and almost physical disgust of the Bloomsbury novelist Virginia Woolf at T. S. Eliot's conversion to Christianity is an open expression of the private feelings of the educated British middle class, normally left unspoken but conveyed by body language or facial expression when the subject of religion cannot be avoided. Mrs. Woolf wrote to her sister in 1928, in terms that perfectly epitomize the enlightened English person's scorn for faith and those who hold it:

I have had a most shameful and distressing interview with poor dear Tom Eliot, who may be called dead to us all from this day forward. He has become an Anglo-Catholic, believes in God and immortality, and goes to church. I was really shocked. A corpse would seem to me more credible than he is. I mean, there's something obscene in a living person sitting by the fire and believing in God.

Look at these bilious, ill-tempered words: "Shameful, distressing, obscene, dead to us all." There has always seemed to me to be something frantic and enraged about this passage, concealing its real emotion-which I suspect is fear that Eliot, as well as being a greater talent than her, may also be right.

This widely accepted dismissal of faith by the intelligent and educated seemed then to be definitive proof that the thing was a fake, mainly because I wanted such proof. This blatant truth, that we hold opinions because we wish to, and reject them because we wish to, is so obvious that it is too seldom mentioned. I had reasons for wanting that proof. There were, after all, plenty of Christian intellects available if I had desired reassurance that faith and intelligence were compatible. But I dismissed them as obvious dupes, who spoke as they did because it was their professional paid duty to do so.

I had spotted the dry, disillusioned, and apparently disinterested atheism of so many intellectuals, artists, and leaders of our age. I liked their crooked smiles, their knowing worldliness, and their air of finding human credulity amusing. I envied their confidence that we lived in a place where there was no darkness, where death was the end, the dead were gone, and there would be no judgment. It did not then cross my mind that they, like religious apologists, might have any personal reasons for holding to this disbelief. It certainly did not cross my mind that I had any low motives for it. Unlike Christians, atheists have a high opinion of their own virtue.

Vanity Seeks Company

When reciting the apostles' Creed, I had inwardly misinterpreted the expression "the Quick and the Dead"-in my childish ignorance, I had hoped that I might be one of those quick enough to escape the Judgment. I should add here that, while I grew to understand the real meaning fairly swiftly, the phrase never blossomed fully into life until I heard a doctor matter-of-factly describe the moment when our first child stirred in the womb as "the quickening." But that was in another time entirely, and a long way distant.

I had, like so many other young men and women of my age, been encouraged by parents and teachers (made soft by their own hard childhoods) to believe that I was clever, and so better than my fellows. Such vanity seeks company. If I could become one of them-the clever, dry ones-I could escape from the sports-mad, simple-minded, conventionally dull, commonplace people among whom I seemed to have been abandoned for much of the year.

This again is a confession of a serious failing. I was the child (there is one in every class, every Scout troop, every museum trip) who didn't particularly want to join in with the games or the songs. I really did think of myself in this way, and sometimes still do. As one of the free-thinking and enlightened unbelievers, I would not be condemned to normal life in a suburb or a suit. My life would be an adventure. (So it proved, as it turned out, though different from the adventures I had imagined.) I envied them. I wanted to be one of them. It seemed to me to be the height of being truly grown-up, to be liberated from these tedious, apparently trivial rules and all the duties that went with them.

The Deadly Chill of Ancient Chants and Texts

There were other things too. During a short spell at a cathedral choir school (not as a choirboy, since I sing like a donkey) I had experienced the intense beauty of the ancient Anglican chants, spiraling up into chilly stone vaults at evensong. This sunset ceremony is the very heart of English Christianity. the prehistoric, mysterious poetry of the Magnificat and the Nunc Dimittis, perhaps a melancholy evening hymn, and the cold, ancient laments and curses of the psalms, as the unique slow dusk of England gathers outside and inside the echoing, haunted, impossibly old building are extraordinarily potent. If you welcome them, they have an astonishing power to reassure and comfort. If you suspect or mistrust them, they will alarm and repel you like a strong and unwanted magic, something to flee from before it takes hold.

Like hundreds of thousands of English middle-class children, I had attempted to survive sermons by leafing through the technical and administrative bits at the very front and very back of the little red prayer book in the pew. I had wrestled with "The table to Find Easter," with its cabalistic Golden Numbers, and thought it too much like mathematics to be interesting. I had peered at "The Table of Kindred and Affinity" and wondered innocently what fear lay behind these unyielding prohibitions, most of which were also largely unnecessary. What kind of world had required a long list of the people you weren't allowed to marry? Despite the Freudians, I already realized that I couldn't marry my mother even if I wished to, which I must confess I did not. However far I looked ahead, I could not picture myself marrying my deceased wife's father's mother.


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Table of Contents


1. The Generation Who Were Too Clever to Believe....................17
2. A Loss of Confidence....................31
3. The Seeds of Atheism....................41
4. The Last Battleships....................53
5. Britain's Pseudo-Religion and the Cult of Winston Churchill....................63
6. Homo Sovieticus....................81
7. Rediscovering Faith....................99
8. The Decline of Christianity....................115
9. "Are Conflicts Fought in the Name of Religion Conflicts about Religion?"....................127
10. "Is It possible to Determine What Is Right and What Is Wrong without God?"....................141
11. "Are Atheist States Not Actually Atheist?"....................153
12. Fake Miracles and Grotesque Relics....................165
13. Provoking a Bloody War with the Church....................179
14. The Great Debate....................193
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  • Posted February 9, 2010

    The Christian Answer to Bestselling Atheist Christopher Hitchens -- His Brother!

    This author, Peter Hitchens, is the Christian answer to the bestselling author of "God is Not Great: How Religion Poisons Everything" by Christopher Hitchens -- these two authors are real-life brothers but represent opposite sides of the religious coin.

    Peter Hitchens is a professional writer in Britain, with a regular political column and a few books already published. Maybe this book will be his bestseller?

    I enjoy hearing Christopher and Peter debate each other on the topic of God's existence. The atheist brother, Christopher Hitchens, is "super-cool," with a British accent and very dry, biting sense of humor, who makes Christians feel like nerds. Peter Hitchens is the best rebuke and rebuttal against Christopher, being equally concise and humorous. Peter can put Christopher in his place.

    I hope and suspect that this book will take on the atheist brother's bestseller, point for point. That's how their internet debates go, at least.

    The most memorable point made by Peter Hitchens against his brother's atheist sneering is that Peter points out that he knows that his brother lives in a VERY comfortable part of town, where atheism can be an abstract discussion among detached intellectuals, whereas Peter also has experience in very BAD parts of town where an inhuman sort of brutality can be witnessed among the violent young gang members -- the violent and cruel fruits of atheism exposed.

    People really do need the morality that Christianity teaches, and atheism lacks completely.

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  • Posted September 18, 2010

    not anything like the quality of his brother's intellect

    1) Don't expect for Christopher's eloquence and knowledge. It's like comparing Babe Ruth to an ordinary person. Still I want to understand more about why he is unmoved by the depth of his brother's intellect.

    2) His "Challenge" to Christopher by saying that one cannot know that there is NOT a god. So that means for him belief is a choice and that simply put "Its better by far to believe" He says that he knows now that virtue is harder to find and easier to lose.

    Hmmm. If you can't know, you can't know. But then you surely shouldn't make a truth claim --that concerns all of us --- based on a idea that you benefit. (Translation: It helps me control my behavior and guilt, so I can't be bothered about whether other people(who are more logical and honest) are unfairly judged, discriminated against, minimized and condemned.

    3) He says that only by acknowledging the existence of god can you have confidence about knowing right from wrong. hmmm..he doesn't have confidence god even exists. 4) He says he harbors no ambition to counter the comprehensive arguments of prominent new Atheists like Dawkins and Christopher H. (i.e. It doesn't matter if they're right, he's just better off seeing things his way and attaching god's name to it for credibility)

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    Posted December 26, 2011

    Quality of arguments was disappointing.

    I expected more from Christopher Hitchens' brother. His arguments for christianity consisted mostly of saying that atheists are arrogant and wrong. He makes bold claims, and doesn't back them up.

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    Posted October 24, 2011

    Not good at all

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    Posted December 27, 2013

    It is worth reading!

    Having a brother who was an atheist and Peter also as a younger man really gives us an insight few experience. We all have presuppositions of how things should be and I think Peter Hitchens does a good job explaining the thought process.

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