I’m Fixing To Keep On Believing

I’m fixing to keep on believing.

I am constantly amazed and astounded at the number of people who identify themselves as Atheists, and disturbed by the increase of these numbers particularly over the last few decades.

It could be this is caused by the decline of attendance of worship service in Sunday school and church, but I’m not sure.

First off, let’s define what it is in layman’s terms: An Atheist is someone who doesn’t believe in God, heaven, the bible, or the hereafter. They believe we came from nothing and will descend into nothing.

They don’t seem to all be communists or inherently evil, on the contrary, some of the famous ones I’ve heard announce themselves as Atheists do good things and seem to be outstanding individuals.

It’s certainly not illegal to be one. The Supreme Court established that in 1947 when Justice Hugo Black, majority opinion; Everson versus Board of Education 330 US 1 ruled, “No person can be punished for entertaining or professing religious beliefs or disbeliefs for church attendance or nonattendance.”

Some conservative Christians think they are deceitful liars and suggest they really do believe in God, but just deny it because if they admitted His existence, they would have to come to terms with God’s demands in their life concerning morality, salvation, heaven and hell.

Approximately 65 percent of the population of Japan describe themselves as “non-believers,” and the numbers are even higher in Sweden, Denmark and Finland.

I don’t hear of any missionaries going to those places. Seems to me there are some ripe opportunities over there.
The question is, how do we convince these “non-believers” otherwise? Do they think the world and the universe just happened?
It’s quite simple to me. When I see a beautiful building or a grand bridge over a body of water, I know they didn’t just happen. I know because sometimes I watched them being constructed. No, in our feeble attempt to imitate our Maker, we planned, gathered the materials and labored to construct these, and it’s obvious to all, “believers” or “non-believers” they didn’t “just happen.”

By the same token, when I cross an ocean or the mountains, gaze at the stars and the universe on a clear night, or simply eat a piece of apple pie, I know these things didn’t “just happen.” I know that something greater than we poor mortals can conceive of or imagine, had a plan, gathered the materials and labored to create it.

So I am at a loss of how to convince the “non-believers,” but I’ll bet you this, I’ll wager that when they look into the cold and dark eyes of death, they will be fixing to call on the name of the Lord.