I used to be an atheist. No, not the kind of “atheist” that exhausts himself trying to disprove God. You know that kind. The ones that leave Santa alone because they know he doesn’t exist, but spend their lives debating about God who they think doesn’t exist. That wasn’t me. I didn’t see a point debating about a God that, to me, wasn’t real. I really believed there was no God. I spent years in that condition. But now that my ignorance is gone and I’ve experienced the tangible and thrilling work of salvation, I better understand my past errors. These are the confessions of an atheist:
1) No one enters the atheist world-view without having, at some point, turned away from the living God. “I have never believed in God,” they say. This may mean that they don’t remember, but they are mistaken. God has revealed Himself to everyone. Jesus is the Light that lighteth EVERY MAN that cometh into the world. They may argue, “I wasn’t raised in a Christian home. Your parents taught you about God.”
Sorry, not mine. I was raised in as godless a home as one can have. My father didn’t teach me how to pray. My mother didn’t take me to church meetings. But somehow, against those odds, God showed Himself to me. I knew He was real when I was little. He spoke to me, and I to Him. It wasn’t until I was a youth, enriched by the ever “progressive” philosophies of public schools, that I learned my great-grandfather was a chimpanzee, and his father was a slug. I suppose that’s why my brain became mushy.
Somewhere in my preteen years, I began to think myself too “educated” and “intelligent” to believe in creation. I thought the slug hypothesis to be much more likely. I knew better than to believe in a book like the Bible, which man wrote. Besides, I had my science text-books to believe in. Science was the answer. With my extensive science background and analytical skills, I was able to judge that Bill Nye the Science-Guy had all the answers. And I could watch him on TV, and that way was more provable than an old book. Also, Bill didn’t make me feel bad about my sins, and that was a big plus.
Thus, I chose to become an atheist. I said chose. I wasn’t born that way. I wasn’t deprived of the ability to believe in God. The grace of God appears to all men, and it appeared to me. As a young teenager I turned my face to the sky, cussed God with all the foulest curse words I knew and told Him to leave me alone. He did–for years. Those were the darkest years of my life. I turned from what I knew and became a skeptic. I get it; many atheists never cursed God to His face. But whether they acknowledge it or not, they turned from Him, too.
2) My atheistic beliefs did not satisfy me. Atheists act like they have it figured out. They say there isn’t enough evidence to prove God’s existence, so they believe He doesn’t, but they can’t prove that either, and they know it. Darwin satisfied neither my soul nor my intellect. I spent a lot of time looking into the night sky, wondering what was out there, and why I was here. Creation itself demanded an explanation and as an atheist, I knew I didn’t have the answer.
3) I would have never admitted it, but I paid attention to people who called themselves Christians. I acted like I wasn’t interested, but, deep down, I wanted to see if they had something real. I was turned off by professed Christianity. But there was always something in me that hoped someone could demonstrate God. I didn’t fully understand it then, but I tested people to see what they were made of. Maybe someone had something better than I had. That wouldn’t have taken much to accomplish.
4) The best way to convince an atheist is to live like Jesus. Some can be persuaded by debate, but most won’t allow themselves to be. They love to argue about God, and often they are trying harder to convince themselves than others. They choose not to believe, because they feel there isn’t a reason to. Most of the time they won’t hear reason because their whole foundation is baseless. Jesus told His disciples to love one another that the world may believe. A godly soul that lives in the spirit of devotion to his Master, which causes his heart to flow in goodwill to all men, despite their myriad contradictions, is he who can win an atheist. A holy life is the greatest evidence an atheist will ever see. The demonstrations of power and glory which emanate from a life fully surrendered to the will of God are undebatable. The reality of salvation is proof of the reality of God. Let an atheist get to know a real saint. Let him watch those saintly lives and their families, with their joy abounding. Let their selfless charity be known, and he will find the proof he has been searching for.
These are the confessions of an atheist. Not all atheists are pretending. But any who read this ought to acknowledge that I have herein confessed what you have not been willing to admit.