One day, I met with an atheist
He challenged me
He told me my ‘religion’ wasn’t real
He said Jesus did not exist
Well, not quite
He said Christianity was a form of mental slavery
He questioned the content of the Bible and went ahead to say those stories were fabricated.
He challenged my faith
Step by step
He provided me with reasons
He said the exodus did not happen because scuba divers, after several attempts, had no evidence to it.
He said Christmas was not real and so was Easter
He laughed at me and admonished me to seek enlightenment
He pleaded with me to not follow blindly.
I listened with rapt attention because this was not my first experience with one of this kind.
I once fell into the ditch by allowing one to lead me.
That one succeeded because I started to doubt God’s existence
I decided to rely on me but instead of feeling empowered, wise and knowledgeable
I felt distraught and empty
I was confused.
I felt lost.
I had fallen.
I was locked in a cage.
Nothing made sense and then I decided to do the U-turn
I came back and pleaded for forgiveness.
I sought the presence of the Holy Spirit and vowed never to let go of Him.
The other side wasn’t meant for me
What I needed was His presence, love, grace, goodness and mercy
I found it and was overjoyed.
I prefer to face battles with Him than none without Him.
I have found peace and I won’t be convinced.
Not this time, my friend.
Not this time.