I don’t think I ever mentioned this, but I use to call myself an agnostic. When things were real bad in my life, I called myself an atheist, but then I would start cursing a God that I said didn’t exist. (doesn‘t make much sense, does it?) And when I ended up in the back seat of a squad car… I would start making deals with God. “If you get me out of this one God… I promise I’ll be good.”
I strongly believe that I’m still alive because God’s not done with me yet. I can’t tell you how many times I almost died. I definitely wasn’t the sharpest knife in the drawer. Sometimes I was dumber than a bag full of Stanley hammers. (that‘s pretty dumb)
And they're not just happy that they don't want to believe...they have to try to make you want to not believe too!
I don't get it. If you don't believe...then it's not hurting you to let me believe, is it?
I used to sit behind one in a college class and he'd always turn around and tell me, "If there was a god then why would he let bad things happen to good people?"
I got so sick of it. Same reason as the devil might make "good" things happen to be bad people, I guess. My uncle, never touched a bible, drank, did drugs, stole, etc. Worst person I can ever think of! Downright cruel and didn't care who he hurt. Anyway, he went into our tribal casino, stuck a dollar in, and walked out with 10-grand. My aunt (the shaker who visited me) told me the devil takes care of his own. That money's going to run out and the devil will have purchased my uncle's allegiance...but God is different. If you turn to Him in times of suffering, his rewards never expire. And his intentions are for His glory!