My Journey from
Atheism to Christianity

I was a hardcore atheist who had just converted to Christianity in the wake of miraculous experiences that pointed me to Jesus Christ. My uncanny Christmas Eve experience had planted seeds that I actually tried to kill, until what happened at my grandmother's funeral  so overwhelmed my unbelief that I felt I had no choice but to believe. But would my newfound faith stick? The next three days would argue no. But what would happen on the fourth day would shock me to the very core. The next night was New Year's Eve. Honestly, the details surrounding yesterday's conversion were still a little hard to get my mind around. Suffice it to say that on New Year's Day, I spent the entire day trying sleep off a severe hangover. If I thought about my conversion at all, it was far in the back of my mind. The next day was no different, although I worked all day. Maybe I was distracted. Maybe I was in avoidance mode. That night, however, as I settled down in my room, something would ev...

As I mentioned in my first post ( click here for my first post, which contains the most startling and objective evidence to date ), I was formerly a die-hard atheist, and I had been so for several years. Actually, if you asked me, I would tell you something like, “I’m not exactly an atheist, because why define yourself by unbelief in a nonexistent God?” or “Atheism is just a minor consequence of my overall philosophy.” And I really thought I had it together, that although I didn’t and couldn’t know everything, that I nevertheless had a rational worldview that would stand the test of time. A worldview with no place for God or anything supernatural. That all began to change on December 24th, 1993, Christmas Eve. In true bachelor form that day, I was doing all of my shopping the day before Christmas. I had already become close enough with my new girlfriend Elisa (now my wife) over the past month that she and I were shopping together that day. Later as we drove back from the mall t...