Monday, April 24, 2006

Whither Atheism?

One of my favorite readers of this blog sent me an email not so long ago questioning whether I ever really was an atheist, as recounted in these pages. The question was not intended to question my integrity, but more (I think) to explore whether I ever truly left the "fold," so to speak.

In truth, I have never considered this question before, and the reader may have unwittingly or very cleverly asked me to address one of the most intriguing but complicated issues in Christianity, i.e, the issue of grace. Rewinding the events of my "atheist years" in my mind, there is little doubt that I sure felt like an atheist. In fact, during those years, I really didn't think the subject of religion was worthy of any mental effort, let alone the time it would take to reject it. Certainly, I was willing to offer snide remarks and other Inside Baseball remarks dismissive of God, but I really do not think they were a veil for some lingering belief in God.

This view is supported by the fact that, on a specific day in April of 1992, I really did experience the classic "conversion" that nonbelievers throughout the world experience when they accept that God's Son came to earth to restore His relationship with humanity. No, I did not run up and down the aisles of a church or start speaking in tongues; I simply surrendered my pride and gave in to God's grace.

In the next few weeks, I am going to focus on how this happened that day, and try to describe what happened on that day. And then I will completed the purpose set out for this project, and, I hope, will have done so to the glory of God.