“Atlas Shrugged” and “The Fountainhead” were so big among us ‘sort-of-hip’ young in the late 60’s. We couldn’t be hippies, because we weren’t going to San Francisco to put flowers in our hair unless our parents paid for the ticket, and they weren’t paying. So we became enamored of John Galt who was a drop-out in a different way. We pretended to great ideas when those unwrapped were really that we didn’t believe anything. And so, inadvertently, I found myself a hedonist because that was the direction of the culture and made as much sense as anything else. The philosophy, played out by my lack of beliefs, led me straight to meaninglessness, shameful behavior, and finally a recognition that I was alone in this big old world — truly alone — and that absolutely no one really cared, for how could they, since they, too, were automatons, nothing more than electrified, reacting globs of protoplasm?
And then one night there was a knock at my door. Rev 3:20. Maybe it was a dream, a fantasy, a who in the world knows, but I found myself on my knees begging Jesus to make Himself real to me. To this day I don’t know how He knocked on my door. I just know that the simple memory verse from Sunday School, and drummed into me by Godly parents came to me, “Behold I stand at the door and knock...”
My own change, and my own experience is proof to me that atheism is a dead end and that Jesus is the Way.
Thank you ever so much for your beautiful testimony, dear brother xzins!
I had a similar life-changing event — after which nothing was the same for me ever again.