Confession of a Former
"Atheist"
"...but the Lord laughs at
the wicked for He knows their day is coming." Psalm 37:13
"A fool says in his heart,
there is no God". Psalm 14:1
Have you ever been in this
category of fools? I have. I was at one time an "atheist" (which I
would spell f o o l with a capitial F). I was not a rabid, in your face, don't
talk to me about God kind of unbeliever. I was more the milquetoast, limp
wristed variety. I adopted this mindset not so much that I really believed God
did not exist. I came face to face with an old fear that in different
circumstances could have been deadly and I knew the possibility of going to
Heaven was not on the table.
If you read my previous blog, you
know that as a child I developed a very negative picture of God. Let me make
this disclaimer. I am not casting dispersion upon any denomination or religious
organizations. I am simply relating how I processed what I was taught. Please,
no hate mail.
That out of the way, I was raised
in a family that went to church every Sunday, every Holy Day of Obligation and
other special occasions. We were not what we referred to "C&E"
members, those who only darkened the doors on Christmas and Easter. I also
spent the first 8 years of my education in a school run by our denomination.
The good part - I received a strong foundation in the existence of God, the
reality that there was a Heaven to gain and a Hell to avoid at all costs, and
that our behavior determined where you wound up eternally. The bad part - the
older I got the less I believed in the system. God in my mind was not
"seeker friendly" at all. He was more a composite of Svengali,
Scrooge and "The Great Oz" (picture the image from the movie) whose
sole purpose was to scare the hell out of you. As a young child, I remember
having a real desire to know Him but as time went on, He became more and more
unapproachable.
So with this firm belief in God,
how did I become an atheist? Now I need to share with you on of my other
childhood quirks. As I write this I can hear my sisters voice in my head
saying: "You always were a little weird, Mary!".
As a child, I was really afraid of
volcanoes and earthquakes. I grew up in South Jersey and
as far as I know that area has never had any active volcanoes. I do not
remember experiencing any earthquakes either. My fear of volcanoes came from
hearing a story in school about Mt. Etna
in Italy . We
were told that a farmer was out in his field on day and to his amazement, here
was a volcano growing in the field instead of his crops. We lived in an area
with large commercial farms and in my childlike rationale; if it could happen
there it could happen here. My fear of earthquakes came from watching a news
cast of an area that had been hit very hard. I remember watching on our
television which in those days was a small screen with grainy black and white
images that were adjusted by moving the "rabbit ears" on the top of
the set. We were on the cutting edge of technology for our day, we had 3 remote
controls and their names were Pat, John and Mary. I asked my mother what had
happened to the people in the buildings that were not destroyed and she told me
they all died. Again, in my childish understanding, I drew the conclusion that
when an earthquake hit, everyone died. I remember sharing these fears with my
father who did his best to explain to this small child that the chances of a
volcano erupting in our back yard (like I had dreamed) was practically
impossibility and that an earthquake while not impossible was highly unlikely.
I wanted to believe him but I still had my serious doubts. As time went on my
fears abated....until.
My husband Joe and I were married
in 1972. One morning we were both awakened at the same time in the early
morning hours. Neither of us could figure out why. There were no loud noises,
no sirens going off. Our bedroom faced Spruce St.
which though out the night was a popular "cruising" area and there
was nothing out of the ordinary happening there. We both chalked it up to being
a fluke and went back to sleep. The next morning when he woke me up he informed
me that we had a minor earthquake! I emphatically informed him that this was
not possible. He assured me that it had indeed occurred and may have been
perplexed at the velocity of my refusal to accept the truth. He went on to work
and I was left grappling with my old childhood fear.
An earthquake...unthinkable. What
I had feared for so long had happened. To people who live in very active quake
areas what we experienced would not even raise an eyebrow. Buildings did not
shake or fall, windows did not blow out and the sidewalks and streets did not
crack open. At this time, we lived in an apartment in a four story brownstone
row home. Our friends Ken and Wendy Stern lived 2 floors above us and their
bedroom was directly over ours. They had a waterbed. Had this been a serious
quake, several thousand pounds of water and bed could have come crashing down
burying us in the basement without an opportunity to make a "Perfect Act
of Contrition". The my ultimate fear really could have happened and I
would have been doomed. That day, on my way home from work, while riding the
Mid City Loop I made my decision. I would be an atheist. I would just believe
that God, Heaven and Hell did not exist. I had to talk myself into this because
in my heart of hearts I really did know God was real but this was the only
solution I had to quash the fear I was experiencing.
In Proverbs it says that God
laughs at His enemies, and why not! He is God. What can anyone do to Him. He is
all powerful. At Gethsemane , Jesus spoke two words and
the Roman cohort, the Temple Guard
and all the other officials were knocked to the ground when He spoke two words.
What could God do if He lifted His little finger? He is omniscient, He know
everything. Planning a sneak attack against Him; He knows all about it before
you do. He owns everything so what is left for someone to use against Him. Of
course He laughs; He doesn't need to do anything else. But then, the thought
occurred to me....what if God is like a parent. What if "Little Mary"
has money burning a hole in her pocket and wants to go to the mall to spend it.
The only way she has of doing this is to have her parents take her. In her
sweetest voice she approaches her parents with her request, confident they will
be in complete compliance. Unbeknownst to her, they have different plans to
surprise her with something special. She is shocked at their refusal to
accommodate her and decides to pull out all the stops to get her point across.
She throws a fit. She accuses them of not caring. They do not love her and for
their information she lets them know that she not only does not love them, she
even hates them and wishes she lived somewhere else. She storms off to her room
and slams the door. What do her parents do? They look at each other and laugh.
They worked hard to keep a straight face and not lose their composure during
her rant. They know something she does not. They don't take seriously her words
because they realize, she is only a child and acting childishly. This is
something that they will eventually address to help her learn how to handle
disappointment. They know the surprise they have planned for her will reverse
her ideas about them.
As I sat on the bus that day and
made my decision, I would not be surprised to learn that God fell off the
throne rolled around the floor laughing. Why? He knew as Paul Harvey would say
"the rest of the story". He knew that in less than 2 years I would
make a complete 180 degree change of heart and give my life to Him. He knew
that 30 some odd years later I would be passionately pursuing Him as opposed to
running from Him. Maybe the reason that He laughs at His enemies is that in
many cases He knows the end of the story, and He knows we are in for a big
surprise. Perhaps He is laughing so hard right at something right now, His
sides hurt. Perhaps that something is me.