posted on Nov, 24 2007 @ 11:06 AM
After high school, I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life, so I decided to just enroll at the local community college and take GECs. The
classes that had the most profound impact on me were my introductory philosophy classes. I loved whenever the topic of God came up; it was the most
interesting to me of all the topics we studied. My teacher was a staunch atheist, and he quickly spread his ideologies to me. Everything he said made
so much sense to me, and after I finished my second philosophy class with him, I was equipped with tons of arguments both “disproving” (or so I
thought) theism, and supporting atheism. I was sure there was no God, and that anyone who believed was a delusional idiot. Didn’t they realize that
only what science tells us there is, is all that exists? Couldn’t they see that nothing should be believed without scientific evidence?
Several months later, I transferred to Ohio State University, planning to major in philosophy so I could better “enlighten” all the delusional
theists I knew. My first philosophy class at OSU was an elective, philosophy of religion. I was ready for it to be pretty boring since I already knew
there was no God, and was pretty confident that I had heard all the arguments for theism.
But something unexpected happened that quarter. As it turned out, my philosophy teacher at community college had conveniently left out some of the
strongest arguments in support of theism from our curriculum. We read philosophers like Alvin Plantinga, James Sennett, JP Moreland, Doug Geivett,
Victor Reppert, William Lane Craig, PK Moser, Michael M. Murray, and Richard Swinburne. Who knew there were so many brilliant philosophers who
believed in God, and were Christians?
I became seriously intrigued by several of these people, and began reading more of their essays on my own time apart from class. Alvin Plantinga had
shown me why belief in God could be properly basic and warranted, and why scientism and evidentialism were completely arbitrary metaphysical
positions, and were moreover self-refuting! JP Moreland presented the first compelling defense of the cosmological argument I’d heard. Michael M.
Murray’s essay “Heaven and Hell” convinced me that the traditional Christian doctrine of hell was not inconsistent with the concept of an
all-loving God. I began to know in my head that God probably existed, but I didn’t know anything yet about Jesus.
At this point, anytime someone mentioned Jesus, I felt seriously intrigued. Who was this man? Was he just a fictional storybook character, or did he
actually exist? What did he teach, and why were people so captivated by him?
Finally, one night I just began to weep without really knowing why. I prayed that if God were really there, and if Christianity were true, would he
please just show me somehow? I truly wanted to know God, and know more about this man Jesus who people seemed to love so much.
The next day I went to school having mostly forgotten about my prayer the night before. I really wasn’t expecting anything to happen, but that day
my life changed. When I went to my philosophy of religion class, my teacher hurried through the day’s lecture and told us that since it was the last
day of class, he would tell us his take on everything we discussed. Fully expecting him to defend atheism, I was pretty interested.
Long story short, it turned out he was a Christian. First, he undermined atheism. Then he defended theism. Then Christianity, and all the historical,
factual evidence for Jesus, universally agreed upon by both Christian and non-Christian scholars. And lastly he told us how we, too, could become
Christians. I felt the truth of his words, the Holy Spirit truly speaking through this man, and I cried. I knew God had heard my prayer, and for once
I was not the last bit skeptical. I had never been more certain of anything in my life. God was real, Jesus was real, and the Bible is true.