Perhaps another voice will put this thread back on its original track.
I have journeyed from atheism to what most of this board would consider conservative Christianity. I call myself a Christ-follower.
I was raised in an anti-Christian home. Diogenes is not even in the same league as my parents in terms of cynicism and disregard for Christian beliefs. Quite naturally, as I grew up I just knew there was no god—or at least not one who gave a rat’s behind about people. We were an accident in an accidental, meaningless universe.
Curiously, although I knew that god didn’t exist, I was still incredibly angry with God. For not existing. For making this world such an awful mess. For things being unfair. For the @$#%@ mess that was my life.
My radical belief shift occurred not by rational logic or argument, and certainly not by deep thoughts. On the contrary, it happened one night when I screamed out at the universe, at God, in anguish over my life, over all the unfairness and cruelty. I defied the universe to make sense. God if you are real, make it somehow make sense. How dare you not exist? How dare you?
Perhaps you are familiar with the scripture that says we will find God if we seek him with all our hearts? God honors that promise even for those who don’t believe he exists. That night as I was hurling accusations and abuse at him, he saw that I was actually seeking him, and he chose to be found. By me!
In humility and love, he spoke into my darkness, he shone light into my life, he poured out his loving spirit upon me, in a vision as real as life itself. “Dear one, no matter what you have done, I will always love you. Come, taste and see.” No offer to make it make sense, no pretense that the world was “just fine”—but the incredible affirmation that I mattered and he knew me and wanted me to know him.
At this point, I was certain that I would have to deny all my intellect, every scientific truth, and become a total fool, but I DID NOT CARE. I was willing at that point to agree that 2+2=5 for the sheer joy.
Over the following decades, I have studied theology and learned that there is, indeed, an intellectual basis for my faith. I have learned that my faith is shared by many of the great scientists who were my heroes as a child. Authors such as Chesterton, Lewis, Bonheoffer and Augustine have provided me with strong logical and intellectual underpinnings. And I now know that the best way to affirm that 2+2=4 is through the faith that declares “In the beginning God created…”
But I didn’t start that way. I started with being overwhelmed by the love of God. Only after my heart was won did my brain come kicking and screaming after.