I Sold My Soul on eBay: Viewing Faith Through an Atheist's Eyes is a non-fiction book by Hemant Mehta, an atheist and blogger, who describes his visits to a variety of Christian churches. These visits initially occurred as a result of an eBay auction Mehta created where he offered to visit the worship services of the winning bidder's choosing. The media later branded this auction as Mehta "selling his soul."
The author of the book, Hemant Mehta, is a writer, and atheist activist. He has worked with atheist groups such as the Secular Student Alliance, the Secular Coalition for America, and Center for Inquiry. He is currently on the Board of Directors for the Foundation Beyond Belief. He writes at his own blog, Friendly Atheist, and has published two other books, The Young Atheist's Survival Guide: Helping Secular Students Thrive and The Friendly Atheist: Thoughts on the Role of Religion in Politics and Media.
In January 2006, Hemant Mehta posted an auction on eBay where he explained his background in atheism and offered to go to the worship services of the winning bidder's choosing. The auction ended on February 3, 2006 with a final bid of $504 from Jim Henderson, a former minister from Seattle, Washington. Mehta later donated that money to the Secular Student Alliance, a non-profit organization for which he served as Chair of the Board of Directors.
Well, do you say
Nobody hears me when I pray.
And if you say
I just don't care to live past what's today.
And if you say
Oh, brother
Last night I prayed.
Your preacher isn't preaching at home.
And if you say
Nobody hears me when I cry.
And if you say
Well I just understand why.
And if you say
I just can't take it, I'm saying goodbye.
When you're walking
It's a heavy, heavy load.
To make the load lighter
Sing
Sold my soul
At the bottom of the hill.
The demons there
They shaved my hair
And made me take their pills.
My cold soul is at the bottom of the hill.
Oh, I should have walked on by
Let her cry
And only drank my fill.
Some men they say
There is more to us than Is known.
Some ladies say
Well there's some things we're not shown.
All people say
You're stepping on our homes.
And your footprints
Endeavors, never told.
-But still we'll sing.
Sold my soul
At the bottom of the hill.
The demons there
They shaved my hair
And made me take their pills.
My cold soul is at the bottom of the hill.
Woah, I should have walked on by
Let her cry
And only drank my fill.