How was your atheist phase in life and how did you found God?
Our old atheist times
Jayden Morales
Jaxson Robinson
At 15 I found out the bible was written by different men who just kind of agreed on what God wanted which made me disregard the bible mostly.
Then I also thought that just being good would be enough so I wouldn't need to do all those silly rules to get into heaven.
About 6 months ago now I realized I actually knew nothing of Christianity. Raised protestant but I didn't even know what sola's were. Reading the books recommended on this board made me realize that any presumption I had on the faith was ignorant and wrong.
Now I went to mass for the first time last week.
God bless you brothers.
Jeremiah Parker
Slowly fell out of faith from lack of contact and not really going to church. I did not understand the faith fully then. At least I did not went edgelord, just an empty husk. Everyday, it was hatred, rage, hedonism, vainglory, lust, etc. Freedom became a prison that is full of pleasure; it was desecrated to the max.
Then many things happened, I sank really low in life to the point I want to eat a bullet and end it all but cannot. I realised something, I know that what is "norm" in this world is driving me insane. Social media, vainglorious competition, greed, etc. I cut myself from them. I realised later that is what He meant by cut off the hand that sins. I felt empty, but not in a bad kind of way. This emptiness felt like clarity, cleansing, purification. But it is not enough.
Then I stumbled upon this place. That was when I realised that even in the lowest place, he will be to catch you and raise you up again, our Lord is there for us. Then from ground up, studied the faith, try to understand Him better. I am not there yet (my family does not allow me to convert), but I am coming home, brothers.
Bless you, Christanons.
Evan Sanchez
I was never an atheist. Anyone else here like me?
Anthony Wilson
I wasn’t either, but I fell for the Gnostic meme for a short while.
Tyler Davis
I wasn't reallly an atheist. I always knew that God, angels and demons existed, but until two years ago I didn't care about that, it wasn't part of my life.
Only when I had a mystical experience that I decided to take my faith seriously
Juan Lewis
Same here, I've always believed. There was a time when I objected going to church though, thankfully I've been cured of that.
Jordan Sanders
Would you mind telling us your story?
Ayden Bailey
Interesting.
I have similar story about my faith.
Carter Rogers
I was forced to attend Catholic Sunday school by my parents, and my classmates where jerks and idiots, they bullied me and the teachers didn't care, even when it was done under their eyes. I thought: how can these people follow Christ when they allow unfairness to happen under their watch?
I started seeing the hypocrisy of the lukewarm Christian, but blamed it on all Christianity, then joined internet groups that advocated for atheism (fedora like).
I was a child back then, and I was forced for more years to endure the Sunday School, and grew to hate the Church.
Growing up, I started to see reason, and I abandoned some degenerate views, and started understanding that God could exist. When I studied Aristotle in school, it rang the bell needed, his argument about the Prime Mover convinced me that I needed to dig deeper and understand the thing. I studied a year abroad in an Orthodox country and I studied on my own Aquinas and Christian philosophers and Church Fathers, and when I participated in a Liturgy, I finally understood that Christ is the Truth.
It's been a year now, and I still have doubts about the denomination (please, don't start a debate or anything, this is not the topic) between Catholic and Orthodox, but my faith in Christ is now coming, after I understood it was the Truth though for much time I didn't believe in it. It came through prayer. I am in my longest streak in nofap by now and I'm happy. I'm no more the raging child who hated the world and all its inhabitants, but a struggling man that fights everyday to become better, more Christlike.
My patron saint during the conversion was the Doubting Thomas, whose name I took when I was baptised, but I now feel Augustine (pic related) is a better patron now that I believe.