[This day marks the day I was born. Not in the traditional sense. That actually comes in another 20 days. But in a much more real – in a truly eternal sense – this is the date of my birth. Here’s an updated post from the archives that explains it all … ]
Thirty-three years ago yesterday morning I was an atheist.
Thirty-three years ago yesterday afternoon I was a theist.
Thirty-three 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.
Dead wrong ...
[The rest of my salvation story is just a click away.]
After you read the post, please come back here and join a conversation on having a relationship, or not, with God. Perhaps one of the questions below might help, but feel free to bring up anything that the post brought to mind:
Have you had radical changes in your belief in or understanding of God in your life?
What about the dinner conversation I had with my boss, the college Dean – have you had similar conversations on either end of that exchange?
What is God doing in your life at the moment?