{A LITTLE ABOUT ME}
I lived the first forty two years of my life as an atheist. I was an activist atheist for a few years in my twenties. What I mean by this is that I sought out opportunities to try to destroy someone’s faith through debate. I was a very self-centered person. I loved myself and had to dispense the little that was left over cautiously. Needless to say, I didn’t really care about many people.
I didn’t realize that I was actually serving the enemy. I didn’t believe in him either. But he is real also and almost destroyed my life.
I did love my wife, Tammy, just not enough. My self-centeredness came to a point right after our 10th anniversary. We separated and divorced and I went down a path of darkness to a point of depression that led me to decide on suicide. As one who believed the only life we had was here, being as miserable as I was just wasn’t worth it. Trying to write this makes me realize it really makes no sense. But does suicidal depression ever make sense?
Then, right when my plans we’re decided on and put into motion, something happened which made me aware that God was real and He loved me. He interjected Himself into my life, interrupting my plans and forcing me to see that He was real. He did this by pulling a supernatural stunt that he knew I could not deny. He barged right on into my life and probably had a good time watching as I desperately scrambled to make some sense out of His intrusion.
I postponed my immediate plans and actually wrestled with this new awareness. I wanted to figure out some way to deny Him still. But I am, even if not especially bright, very logical and analytical in my thinking. I simply couldn’t deny that something happened to me that was so simple yet could not happen in the natural world.
Okay. He was real. But who was He? As one who liked to argue, I had studied a lot of religions. I was an equal opportunity jerk to those with faith. But whoever this God was, He had made it a point to save me from death and eternal destruction. He must have loved me even if I denied Him. Because He loved me and had mercy on me I knew He was the God of the bible and not some other god. If this was the case, I knew I had to serve Christ. Since then I have did my best to fight the good fight.
The more I mature in my faith, the more I see that there really is a war going on. It is one we are supposed to be fighting in with our King. Jesus needs us all to just do our part. I see this blog as an opportunity to do some damage to the enemy. I used to only love myself. But now I,
Love you all.





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