Barrd
His Humble Servant
Only twice have I ever convinced an atheist to even consider the existence of God.
Both times totally amazed me.
The first time, it was a challenge....one of my kid brother's atheist friends had conceived a very serious hatred for me, and he threatened to come to where I live and cause harm. I told him that I would be happy to meet him. He wanted to know where, and I told him I'd meet him at the local Dairy Queen. He asked if I were going to bring my "redneck friends" (I live in Alabama, he was from New York), and I told him, no....just me. He asked me what I would do if he actually took me up on my challenge....and I told him I'd buy him a hot fudge sundae.
For some reason, this deeply impressed him.
"You would actually do that, wouldn't you?" he wanted to know.
"Yes, of course," was my answer.
"Tell me more about this God of yours"....
The other time it was on the internet. I told the atheist who challenged me that I knew God was real because I had experienced Him in my own life. We talked for awhile about my experience, but he finally told me that this was "anecdotal evidence" and not acceptable.
So I told him that he was right.
This amazed him...he had expected an argument.
I began to talk about different kinds of experiences.
For instance, I told him, suppose he had never tasted a grilled cheese sandwich, or smelled a rose, or had spent all his life in the desert and had never been to a lake or a river? I could try to tell him about these things, of course....
It would be easier, I told him, to make him a grilled cheese sandwich, or give him a rose from my garden, or to drive him out to the lake and let him feel the water sliding against his skin.
It was a bit harder, I told him, to give him God.
I finished by telling him that I really wished that there were some way I could give him the "evidence" he claimed he wanted, since nothing would make me happier than to embrace him as a new brother in God's family....
He told me that I had given him much to think about.
Of course, I have never spoken to him since....at least, not that I know of....but I do think of him often.
I hope he found what he was looking for...
Both times totally amazed me.
The first time, it was a challenge....one of my kid brother's atheist friends had conceived a very serious hatred for me, and he threatened to come to where I live and cause harm. I told him that I would be happy to meet him. He wanted to know where, and I told him I'd meet him at the local Dairy Queen. He asked if I were going to bring my "redneck friends" (I live in Alabama, he was from New York), and I told him, no....just me. He asked me what I would do if he actually took me up on my challenge....and I told him I'd buy him a hot fudge sundae.
For some reason, this deeply impressed him.
"You would actually do that, wouldn't you?" he wanted to know.
"Yes, of course," was my answer.
"Tell me more about this God of yours"....
The other time it was on the internet. I told the atheist who challenged me that I knew God was real because I had experienced Him in my own life. We talked for awhile about my experience, but he finally told me that this was "anecdotal evidence" and not acceptable.
So I told him that he was right.
This amazed him...he had expected an argument.
I began to talk about different kinds of experiences.
For instance, I told him, suppose he had never tasted a grilled cheese sandwich, or smelled a rose, or had spent all his life in the desert and had never been to a lake or a river? I could try to tell him about these things, of course....
It would be easier, I told him, to make him a grilled cheese sandwich, or give him a rose from my garden, or to drive him out to the lake and let him feel the water sliding against his skin.
It was a bit harder, I told him, to give him God.
I finished by telling him that I really wished that there were some way I could give him the "evidence" he claimed he wanted, since nothing would make me happier than to embrace him as a new brother in God's family....
He told me that I had given him much to think about.
Of course, I have never spoken to him since....at least, not that I know of....but I do think of him often.
I hope he found what he was looking for...