Life As An Atheist – my story of salvation (part one)

Twenty-nine years ago yesterday morning I was an atheist.

Twenty-nine years ago yesterday afternoon I was a theist.

Twenty-nine years ago today I became a Christian.

My Life as an Atheist

I grew up in the church. Sunday school as a kid, the church choir as a teen (the youngest male in the choir by decades), reading Scripture in the morning services.

By the time I hit my early twenties, my view on faith started shifting. After spending 2 1/2 years at a pair of community colleges I moved away to UC Santa Barbara. I thought I took my beliefs with me, but I was wrong. Or perhaps it is more appropriate to say that I didn’t know what I really believed until I moved away to school.

UCSB was my home for the next 2 1/2 years. It was there that I engaged in a slow slide. Whether it was a slide from nominal Christianity or the real thing, I ended up firmly planted in an atheistic philosophy of life.

It was toward the end of my time at UCSB that I finally gave voice to my beliefs, or lack. I was an RA in one of the dorms and was talking with my boss, the Dean of Residence Life, over dinner. Somehow the conversation came around to matters of faith and I said I was an atheist. She asked, “But you’d believe if convinced of God’s existence?” I said there was no point contemplating the possibility since he didn’t exist. Yes, I could be a bit hard-headed back then, even with my employer.

You might be thinking that this is the danger of sending a child off to school, far from home and family and church. But if you think this was a major change for me after moving just a few hours from home, wait until you read what happened when I flew even further afield.

A Sussex Sojourn

My sixth year of college took me to England. I hadn’t planned on it, but there it was. Sometime in what I thought would be my last year as an undergraduate I found out about education abroad. The University of California has a robust program for sending students all over the world, typically in their junior year. I was well past that, of course, but figured I’d apply and see if I could get overseas somehow.

I made it through the application and interview process and then sat on the waiting list. Oh well, I thought, five years of college must be my limit. Then I got a letter from the University of Sussex inviting me to join them for a year. I called the UCSB education abroad office and asked where I was on their wait list and was told I was number three, but when I told the woman I just got a letter from Sussex saying they wanted me she piped up, “Well then, I guess you’re off the waiting list!”

Something happened at Sussex that had not happened at school in California. I started making friends with Christians. A couple of them, Alex and Karen, became very close to me. Neither of them gave me the turn-or-burn speech, but they each made no bones about their faith and how it permeated their lives. They made it clear that God was important to them and that everyone needed him in their lives. I, being an atheist, indulged them. Later I found out that they, being Christians, prayed for me.

The British university system has a very civilized view of breaks between terms. They last a long time. At winter break, I had four weeks off and spent the first two traveling around with another American guy, then Christmas itself with an English friend and her family who were kind enough to take me in for the holiday. This first half of the break was decidedly Christian-free.

London Calling

After Christmas I went into London, figuring I would find an inexpensive hotel and just hang out there for a couple more weeks. I arrived late in the day as dusk gathered and made my way to an area near the British Museum that had a block of bed and breakfasts. I’d walk up the steps, look over the room prices posted at the door, then move on. At one point I stepped up to a very rundown looking youth hostel where the prices were well within my price. Better to keep looking, though. Perhaps there was something nicer that I could afford a little further on.

So I crossed the street and mounted another set of steps. It looked much nicer, but the prices reflected that as well. I turned to the street and saw an old woman in a dark overcoat across the way. She was motioning to me and calling out in a thick eastern European accent, “Hey boy. Boy, you come over here.”

I walked over wondering where she’d come from. This was the middle of the block and I was sure I hadn’t seen her before, but didn’t know how I could have missed her either. I thought she needed some help, so I asked what I could do for her.

“Those places too expensive,” she said. “I know a nice place for boy like you.” Then she motioned me to follow her. And led me right back to the cheap youth hostel. Rather than offend her I went inside, and toyed with the idea of turning around and walking back out as soon as she was gone. She watched from the sidewalk, though, I think to make sure I knew how to open a door, walk through it and stay there.

As I made my way down the dingy hallway to the beaten up front counter I heard one of the staff ask the other, “Those two American girls that arrived last night, what room did you put them in?” Then he saw me and asked how he could help.

“You could put me in that room with the two American girls!” I said, thinking myself quite clever. He apparently did not think me all that clever and just asked how many nights I was staying and handed me a key.

I went upstairs and opened the room with the same number as the key. Sitting on two of the beds were the American girls.


[Tomorrow’s post will explain what happens when an atheist shares a bedroom with a couple of attractive young women.]

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18 Responses to Life As An Atheist – my story of salvation (part one)

  1. janehinrichs says:

    Looking forward to reading the rest of the story!!!

  2. Annette says:

    I can’t believe I have to wait until tomorrow to read the rest of this! It’s a good thing I’m on Eastern time so I know it will be here to enjoy with my coffee in the morning. My favorite quote from this post “I, being an atheist, indulged them. Later I found out that they, being Christians, prayed for me.”

  3. Jeannie says:

    I agree with Annette — the suspense is killing me!

  4. michellevl says:

    Masterful cliff hanger!

    And a fascinating story. Yes, I am staying tuned for the next installment.

  5. Makes me glad my daughter didn’t choose UCSB. (Just kidding!!) Looking forward to reading part 2.

  6. Aimee Byrd says:

    Dang, Tim! Double dang.
    And what took you so long to tell this story?

  7. Ohhhh nooo!! A cliffhanger!! You!!

    Incidentally, I was toying with atheism my senior year of college in Oxford. Then after I graduated, I was back in Oxford visiting some friends. After a full day of drinking (yup), I ended up back at the place I was staying, sobering up, and realizing I had to make a choice about the Lord. Either I had to commit my life to Jesus or I had to completely turn my back. In some moment of grace, God showed me that Christianity was the only thing that made sense because it was the only religion that said I WAS NOT good enough, NEVER WOULD BE good enough, and that’s why I needed Jesus. So I said yes.

    Of course, it was a few more years of tossing back and forth with the wind before I turned my back on a very worldly lifestyle, but that night in Oxford was a pivotal moment in my journey because I rejected atheism and following other religions for the sake of following Christ.

    Can’t wait til tomorrow’s post!

    • Tim says:

      Great story, Rachel. And I agree, that part about Christianity being the only thing that makes sense really struck me too, just about from the get-go in my faith.

  8. KSP says:

    So many encouragements in here, Tim! Encouragement for believers to pray for other believers, to be unapologetic (but not bullying) in our faith, to write cliffhangers ….

    Can’t wait to hear, as Paul Harvey (RIP) would say, “the rest of the story.”

    • Tim says:

      Well, if you set your alarm for 5:00 a.m. tomorrow, that’s when part two will come up in your time zone Karen. I understand if folks want to sleep in a bit though!

  9. Lesley212 says:

    Cliffhanger!! I can’t promise I’ll be waiting at 5:00am, but I might be reading by 7:30. 🙂

  10. And so the plot thickens . . .

  11. Oh my. You were a daring one, weren’t you? Going to read part 2 now.

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