An atheist that I follow wrote a piece about how, to him, all religions look basically the same…blindly accepting their beliefs without any proof whatsoever. He said he just wants proof.
I began to read the comments. I was the only one responding that wasn’t in agreement with him.
Here is part of that exchange
Thespartanatheist: I keep hoping somewhere there is someone that reads my blog and goes “gee, I guess this thing I super believe in is just another fake religion in a sea of fake religions.
Nan: Don’t hold your breath…
Me: So, according to your comment, you really aren’t seeking the one true religion, you are just hoping to convince me that mine is fake.
Thespartanatheist: No, Randy. I keep hoping a religious person thinks.
Me: Then I guess I am not religious.
Thespartanatheist : Oh? You don’t have any beliefs in any god’s?
You may have a bit of a point that I will concede.
I was brought up to believe in God.
Sunday School and church every Sunday. Every Sunday.
From the time I was in the fourth grader until after I graduated high school, I went to a week long church camp every summer. Every summer.
I was baptized in the fourth grade and became an actual member of the church.
And yet, with all this indoctrination, when I went to school, as I was taught the theory of evolution, the gradual processes of change stretched out over billions of years, I believed it, accepted it as fact, no questions asked.
I never once asked myself how this could be possible even though it completely contradicted everything the Bible taught.
Probably, because, I really didn’t know what the Bible taught.
When. I was twenty six, I had an experience that I call “an encounter with God.” (I know you don’t accept this as evidence, and that is fine. I’m not trying to convince you now. Just telling my story.)
In that moment, I began to believe God. Before, I believed he existed, but, since I had no stake in the claim, that was it.
I had believed what I was taught in school because the schoolbooks had the pictures, the theories, the examples right there in full color to “prove” the theory.
So, in that phase of my religious life, I did not think.
But, after my “encounter”, I began to desire more interactions with the God who had “intervened into my life.”
You might say that, when I was religious (believing in God) I wasn’t really thinking.
WhenI began to believe God, I began to think.
You think about things with the premise that there is no god.
At that point in my life, I began to think with the understanding that since God is real, how does the stuff I learned fit in with that?
The complexity of life, from the tiny cell to the interactivity of the entire universe screams about the Creator. I can’t deny it.
If a tiny cell is as complex as the electron microscope shows it to be, and each one of us is “knit together” with billions of such cells to become a sort of “universe of interactivity between all the different parts of our body”, how could anyone then say that chance and time was all it took to make all this happen.
I keep hoping that maybe I can get an “atheist person” to think.
“I appeal to you therefore, brothers, by the mercies of God, to present your bodies as a living sacrifice, holy and acceptable to God, which is your spiritual worship. Do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewal of your mind, that by testing you may discern what is the will of God, what is good and acceptable and perfect.”