I Don't Believe In God

Guess what? I used to think the same way. Why did I change? Because I’m dim-witted? (A lot of folks think we Christians are.) Because I don’t believe in science? Because I’m some kind of namby-pamby, pie-in-the-sky sort of dude? I changed because I started studying the issue. One word, one verse, one sentence, one page at a time. In a word, I wanted to know.

There are two classes of people when we speak of belief in God: those who want to believe and those who don’t care. I’m not referring to active atheists, but to those who sort of tra-la-la through life, never thinking about death and the Beyond. In my 60-some years, I’ve known many young men and women who met early deaths, who laughed and said, “When you’re dead, you’re dead!” They took a great gamble in their foolish thinking, never realizing that Eternity is a long time to be wrong.

My only suggestion is to pick up that bible and start with the gospel of John. Don’t start in Matthew—the genealogy stuff will make you lose interest. Read John. Then decide from there. And get a modern English translation!

If you are one of those who have bought into the idea that the Bible is a bunch of fairy tales, you’ve not studied the issue. Many smart men—scientists from all disciplines—have challenged the archaeological data, the historical stuff, even the weather patterns mentioned in the Book of Acts, all concluding that the bible is accurate about a great many things. Don’t just sit there and feel comfortable in the company of the crowd who has decided the bible is fiction.

The fool has said in his heart, "There is no God." (Psalms 14:1)