The eternal struggle to believe in a higher power
I was never really Atheist, I just didn’t give a shit enough to put any effort into forming an opinion.
However one day my Mom was driving my sister (18) to her college entrance exam. I (20 at the time) was in the passenger seat, and my baby sister (less than a year) was in the back with my sister.
Now that it’s setup, we were driving along the highway behind a truck and I just didn’t like this truck. I had a bad feeling and it got to the point where I told me my mom to switch lanes. She obliged and said something about me being weird. It was only seconds after we changed lanes that a piece of sheet metal flew out from behind the truck. If we were still behind it, it would’ve hit mid-windshield height, there wouldn’t have been enough time to react or even comprehend. Instead it slid onto the ground and people got out of the way in time or were able to safely run over it.
I can’t explain why I got that feeling and I’ll probably never be able to. My family could’ve been wiped out that day and my only explanation is that someone/something was looking out for us. I still don’t believe in religion, but I believe in a god because I’ve had other experiences as well. (PurpleK00lAid)
When I was eight my mother died and due to the circumstance my father stopped conforming to religion, being his child I did the same. We believed a “good” God wouldn’t allow such significant pain, so we chose to believe in nothing at all.
At the age of thirteen a group of friends told me to meet them at a youth group and ditched me. It was Easter Sunday and the preacher dude, all teary-eyed, told a story about an old friend starving himself due to lack of resources. The preacher bought the guy’s food from that point until he got back on his feet.
In that moment, for some random reason, I felt a firm belief in greater good that we’re incapable of on our own. Ever since then I’ve been a Christian. (brucejhudgins)
I’ll answer for my grandpa. He was a staunch atheist, and my grandmother was a christian. He thought it was silly but they carried on anything. I don’t remember the details, but he had a stroke and he needed a surgery that has a less than 10% chance of survival for him and grandma begged him to let her church group pray with him and he did. He pulled through, and since then has become christian with her. He’s had many strokes since, and he has a myriad of other health problems in his old age but he’s still kicking. (FakeTradie)