The auction house of religion

I am currently reading a book called "Blue Like Jazz." There is really no way to describe the book. Just... go and read it. You will not be sorry, I promise. Don, the author, was in one chapter (well... in a lot of chapters, but in one in particular) talking about the struggle he had with christianity and why he couldn't really truely believe in it. This is what he said. This is how I feel.

"It also confused me that some people would look at parts of the Bible but not the whole thing. They ignored a lot of obvious questions. It felt as if Christianity, as a religious system, was a product that kept falling apart, and whoever was selling it would hold the broken pieces behind his back trying to divert everybody's attention."

He goes on to say how eventually, by a very strange series of events, he came to believe. But as for me, I can still see the broken pieces the salesmen are holding, trying to pretend don't exist. And, I just can't believe in something like that. I'm sorry.