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32495 converted by the media
The bible stories
 
 
32496 Aut Nihil
Aut Ceasar
 
 
32497 or just a simple flooding
Noah's ark
 
 
32498 The artificial created anti-Semitism
Israel
 
 
32499 proof later
Believing first
 
 
32500 or just faith.....
An addiction
 
 
32501 Bestowed upon us by God
The manner of love
 
 
32502 of all.....
The saviour
 
 
32503 Who is fooling who
The main question
 
 
32504 But who is doubtingh the creation
Some doubt
 
 
32505 will He return to us.....
2000 years ago
 
 
32506 The story of the Ukraine
Bandera the so admired killer in WW2 by the EU.
 
 
32507 With the devil on your side
Who can fail.....
 
 
32508 It grows.
Belief is like a tree
 
 
32509 I will presch........
Being the least of all saints
 
 
32510 The bibles answers
Who can.......
 
 
32511 Antique books.
Killing off a market
 
 
32512 A path for us.....
God has laid out
 
 
32513 You can move mountains.
If you belief
 
 
32514 without a church
Spreading the word
 
 
32515 On heaven and Earth
Praising the Lord
 
 
32516 or are they not?
Are they?
 
 
32517 Let us pray.....
When we say.....
 
 
32518 wrote those words?
Did Mordecai
 
 
32519 Without Jesus?
Would the Hebrew be known
 
 
32520 Any real proof of Jesus?
But is there any?
 
 
32521 a belief?
Atheism
 
 
32522 Immunity
A system
 
 
32523 Revive thy work
Oh Lord
 
 
32524 What to do with him
A masn called Christ
 
 
32525 Spirits, deities and gods
first three pages
 
 
32526 Are the churches getting the hungry
To the table...
 
 
32527 Called Jesus.
What tyo do with a man
 
 
32528 The mediator
Christ.....
 
 
32529 Spirits, Deities, Gods
second part
 
 
32530 I should do.
What is it....
 
 
32531 It rules religion
Money
 
 
32532 full of self control
See a man
 
 
32533 Spirits, Deitie, Gods
part four
 
 
32534 In the hand of God
We are sinners
 
 
32535 Are you?
Iam a Christian
 
 
32536 The microben
Human health
 
 
32537 Where is my strenght
Heavenly father
 
 
32538 Spirits, Deities, Gods
Part four
 
 
32539 He shall help us
Do not hesitate
 
 
32540 Views....
Paternostal
 
 
32541 Microbal inflamation
Maladaption of the body
 
 
32542 of the feet
The washing.....
 
 
32543 Spitits, Deities, Gods
Part five
 
 
32544 from gopfor wood
Make yourself an ark
 
 
32545 What is life to you,
Our life,
 
 
32546 Use it well
Time is short,
 
 
32547 When old passes away
All becomes new
 
 
32548 Spirits, Deities, Gods
part Six
 
 
32549 His love will remove it.
Hatred?
 
 
32550 It stirs up your love
His love
 
 
32551 The holy spit works.
Through providence
 
 
32552 Hell for you.
Hell will be.....
 
 
32553 Spirits, Deities, Gods
part seven
 
 
32554 Rejoice.......
All the people......
 
 
32555 The killing of Floyd
The previous history of
 
 
32556 Language
streken Frysk
 
 
32557 Karaites
The story
 
 
32558 God
The concurend
 
 
32559 Atheist
Part two
 
 
32560 McCarthyism
A look in the past
 
 
32561 a view of God
The Western countries
 
 
32562 It's burning
The Negev....
 
 

32496 Aut Nihil

I cannot remember when I began to think like an Atheist. It was certainly at a very early age, even long before I knew what being Atheist meant. There was nothing in my home life to beget or suggest it. My father was a self-educated Christian drowning us in his bible quotes without that we really knew what their meaning was and as such it slides of us like water. My mother was a devoted Christian of deep and humble piety. There were no books in our home library suggesting Atheism, or in any other accessible to me. My teachers were Christians-generally preachers. There were no infidels in my friend’s or in my acquaintances, and no public sentiment in favour of them. My Atheism was never from without, but always from within. I had no precept and no example. When, later in life, I read infidel books, they did not make me an infidel, but because I was an Atheist I sought, bought and read them. 

Even when I read them I was not impressed by new suggestions, but only when occasionally they gave clearer expression of what I had already vaguely felt. No one of them or all of them sounded the depths of my own infidelity or gave an adequate expression of it. They all fell short of the distance in doubt over which my own troubled soul had passed. From unremembered time this scepticism progressed, though the progress was not steady and regular. Sometimes in one hour, as by far-shining flashes of inspiration, there would be more progress in extent and definiteness than in previous months. Moreover, these short periods of huge advances were without preceding intentions or perceptible preparations. They were always sudden and startling. Place and circumstances had but little to do with them. The doubt was seldom germane to the topic under consideration.

It always leaped far away to a distant and seemingly disconnected theme, in a way unexplained by the law of the association of ideas. At times I was in the Sunday school or hearing a sermon or bowed with others in family prayer, more frequently when I knew what Atheism was, I was an infidel. My child-mind was fascinated by strange and sometimes horrible questionings concerning many religious subjects. Long before I had read the experiences of others I knew. I had been borne far beyond sight of any shore, beyond my depth after solutions to such questions as the “philosopher’s stone,” the “elixir of life,” and “the fountain of youth.

I understand now much better than then the character and direction of the questionings of that early period. By a careful retrospect and analysis of such of them as memory preserves, I now know that I never doubted the being, personality and government of God.  I was never an atheist or pantheist. I never doubted the existence and ministry of angels: I could never have been a Sadducee. I never doubted the essential distinction between spirit and matter: I could never have been a materialist.

And as to the origin of things, the philosophy of Democritus, developed by Epicurus, more developed by Lucretius, and gone to seed in the unverified hypothesis of modern evolutionists such a godless, materialistic anti-climax of philosophy never had the slightest attraction or temptation for me. The intuitions of humanity preserved me from any ambition to be descended from either beast or protoplasm. The serious reception of such a speculative philosophy was not merely a mental, but mainly a moral impossibility. I never doubted the immortality of the soul and conscious future existence. This conviction antedated any reading of “Plato, thou reason well.” I never doubted the final just judgment of the Creator of the world.

But my Atheism related to the Bible and its manifest doctrines. I doubted that it was God’s book; that it was an inspired revelation of His will to man. I doubted miracles. I doubted the Divinity of Jesus of Nazareth. But more than all, I doubted His vicarious expiation for the sins of men. I doubted any real power and vitality in the Christian religion. I never doubted that the Scriptures claimed inspiration, nor that they taught unequivocally the divinity and vicarious expiation of Jesus. If the Bible does not teach these, it teaches nothing.

The trifling expedient of accepting the Bible as “inspired in spots” never occurred to me. To accept, with Renan, its natural parts and arbitrarily deny its supernatural, or to accept with some the book as from God, and then strike at its heart by a false interpretation that denied the divinity and vicarious expiation of Jesus -these were follies of which I was never guilty- follies for which even now I have never seen or heard a respectable excuse. To me it was always “Aut Caesar, aut nihil.” What anybody wanted, in a religious way, with the shell after the kernel was gone I never could understand.

While the beginnings of my Atheism cannot be recalled, by memory I can give the date when it took tangible shape. I do know just when it emerged from chaos and outlined itself in my consciousness with startling distinctness. An event called it out of the mists and shadows into conscious reality. It happened on this wise: there was a protracted meeting in our vicinity. A great and mysterious influence swept over the community. There was much excitement. Many people, old and young, joined the church and were baptized. Doubtless in the beginning of the meeting the conversions were what I would now call genuine. Afterward many merely went with the tide. They went because others were going. 

Two things surprised me. First, that I did not share the interest or excitement. To me it was only a curious spectacle. The second was that so many people wanted me to join the church. I had manifested no special interest except once or twice mechanically and experimentally. I had no conviction for sin. I had not felt lost and did not feel saved. First one and then another catechized me, and that categorically. Thus “Don’t you believe the Bible?” “Yes.” “Don’t you believe in Jesus Christ?” “Yes.” “Well, doesn’t the Bible say that whoever believes in Jesus Christ is saved?” “Yes.”

Now, mark three things: First, this catechizing was by zealous church-members before I presented myself for membership. Second, the answers were historical, Sunday school answers, as from a textbook. Third, I was only thirteen years old. These answers were reported to the preachers somewhat after this fashion: “Here is a lad who believes the Bible, believes in Jesus Christ and believes that he is saved. Ought not such a one to join the church?” 

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