I have tried to embrace Christianity. I feel drawn to it, and have always been of the opinion that people of faith seem to be much more contented.
A while ago, after a number of difficulties, I decided it was time to make the leap. I have been an atheist for many many years. Quite militant at that. In order to even begin approaching this faith that I see as being so beautiful, I had to take an axe to most of the certainties of my life. I had to open my heart and mind up in ways that I had no experience with.
I have read the bible without a hint of the disdain I used to have for it, openly and with respect. I have prayed, asking God to just give me the smallest piece of strength to continue to try and find him.
I have read, prayed, even wept. I have experienced many strong emotions, mostly despair, occasionally joy, sorrow.
At least half a dozen times, I have made the concious committment to give myself to Christ. I feel a sense of peace and purpose, for about a day, then the doubts creep in. I hold out against them, but they find ways past my armor. I have been brought so low that I have come close to harming myself.
I cannot see any hope left. I have thrown myself at God, have cut away all that I once held certain, and feel as though I have been left with nothing.
Should I try to go on? Or is there something inherently wrong with me? Are there people who will never find grace, even when they desire it and pray for it with every ounce of their souls?
Right now I feel only broken. I feel that if I keep trying, it will literally kill me.
A while ago, after a number of difficulties, I decided it was time to make the leap. I have been an atheist for many many years. Quite militant at that. In order to even begin approaching this faith that I see as being so beautiful, I had to take an axe to most of the certainties of my life. I had to open my heart and mind up in ways that I had no experience with.
I have read the bible without a hint of the disdain I used to have for it, openly and with respect. I have prayed, asking God to just give me the smallest piece of strength to continue to try and find him.
I have read, prayed, even wept. I have experienced many strong emotions, mostly despair, occasionally joy, sorrow.
At least half a dozen times, I have made the concious committment to give myself to Christ. I feel a sense of peace and purpose, for about a day, then the doubts creep in. I hold out against them, but they find ways past my armor. I have been brought so low that I have come close to harming myself.
I cannot see any hope left. I have thrown myself at God, have cut away all that I once held certain, and feel as though I have been left with nothing.
Should I try to go on? Or is there something inherently wrong with me? Are there people who will never find grace, even when they desire it and pray for it with every ounce of their souls?
Right now I feel only broken. I feel that if I keep trying, it will literally kill me.