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I was raised Catholic. In college, I turned away. It was not hard. In fact, it merely was conformity to culture. So, I was an “amazing apostate.” 😆 And, it was an easy decision.
That remained my posture and I was comfortable with that belief well into my 30s. I would talk religion with anyone, but I was at most an agnostic, but probably was an atheist. I would attend church with family on occasion, but tried to avoid it. When asked what I thought of the sermon (my wife’s family was Baptist), I would comment on the expensive cars in the parking lot and how I felt the pastor was just saying what the congregation wanted to hear.
I read Matthew in my 30s to be a better advocate for my position, because I did not believe Christians knew their own Bible. I was happy with my position. There was no turmoil in my life, at least not that I was aware of. I provide that qualifier because my life changed for the better after God changed me, even though I did not know there was anything amiss when I opened the Bible. Into the book of Matthew, I started to see Jesus for the first time and I realized I was wrong. I continued to read and to even study. I was not searching an answer to problems, or love, or even community. In fact, I lost community, because some of my closest friends could not handle that I was now “one of them.”
And, my story is not unique. Many well-educated nonbelievers who were living good lives and were comfortable with their disbelief and rejection of religion have come to believe in Jesus as Lord. They were not running from or to anything and, yet, their hearts were changed.
Maybe I should pull 25 of them and write a journal article. 😝