Do you remember what the first instance was that you started believing in God?

Question

Please describe, for my edification. Thank you.

Answer 1

Yeah, I was probably about 4 or 5. Sunday school teachers taught me that I would burn in Hell if I didn't "accept Jesus into (my) heart."

So, my little brain tried to make sense of this nonsense and dutifilly tried to fulfill the expectations.

What I remember better is the day I realized God and religion were a fabrication of adult minds. I was about 12 years old - it was like an epiphany (like a religious moment, really). Suddenly I understood that it was all b.s. and that I could choose my own path and that Heaven and Hell were just made up places.

Now let me tell you, THAT was one of the greatest days of my life. I was positively blissful for weeks afterward. Not only did I figure out something that most people never do understand, but I was FREE!

Answer 2

You know I was raised a Roman Catholic and at age 19 I gave god the finger and decided that he did not exist and that the church was just a self perpetuating society that was in it for the control of the proles.

Then twenty years later when I was finally in a place when I knew that no matter what else I did that day/week/month, I did not know what to do to make things work. I was helpless to make things work the way I wanted them to work and I CRIED OUT TO JESUS to HELP me.

It that point I realized that I must believe he is real. Since then I have listened to good preaching and read the bible and prayed and talked with other believers and prayed and prayed and prayed. I have come to believe and come to trust Jesus as my savior.

He will save you too if you ask him to, TOO.

Answer 3

Yes. When I was a teenager I was curious about religions so I did research on as many of them as I could. Although I found them all very interresting I was a professed Agnostic at the time and I had no intention of joining any of them. Then one weekend, it was like I was haunted by God or something. I felt His presence everywhere. It took the whole weekend of me fighting Him before I finally submitted to Him. At the time it was a bit frightening, but now looking back I'm glad that He was so persistant.

Answer 4

I have never "not believed". Perhaps it was being raised in a religious millieu, I'm not sure, though my parents were never hardcore religious people. My aunt was a nun, and I remember being scared silly when she would come for Christmas with the ever present nun companion, they always travel in packs. She was so intimidating in that grey/brown habit. lol

All I have ever know is that connection with a guiding force, something infinitely larger than what I am, greater than anything I have ever read or been told, completely undefineable.

Answer 5

My parents had a couples biblestudy retreat where they brought the children with them. As I was walking by myself on the side of this one hill was a huge wooden cross. It was as if my feet would not move and as I was looking at the cross I heard God's voice say "I did this for you". It was at this moment that I started to believe in God.

Answer 6

I have always believed that there was a God. But when I was 4 I remember praying for my dad's hands. He was a roofer at that time and he would come home with cut up hands. I would pray for them and see them heal up. That was a biggie to me. When I was 7 I had a puppy that ate mushroom on one of your to the lake and died. I put him in a closet we had in the garage when we got back home to bury him the next day. I went up and went to bed and prayed for him. My dad got me up the next morning he was alive.

Answer 7

i believe in God thats the way i was brought up and i think it makes sense but when i got to a christian boarding school believing in God made more sense so i think personally the older you get the more reasons you have in believing for GOD

Answer 8

No, because I always knew He was there, it was the faith in Him that I remember was missing until 2004 in the spring.

Answer 9

Super peaceful moment. It is like you have the power to forgive everything people wrong you.

Ha. . .

Answer 10

it was about four years ago, i was with my friend at his house. he had just gone through a major break up, the likes of which i have not seen before or since. the break-up was very emotional and violent. she was going through hard times, and my friend could not deal with all of the mixed emotions, he tried, but couldent. that night, while i was at his house, she came barging in through the door. apparently she had gotten in an argument with her dad. my friends dad told her she needed to leave and go back to her parents house. it was in the middle of the coldest winter i had been in in a long time. i might even go as far as to say my entire life. she was wearing a jean jaket, thin and not insulated. she had already walked almost a mile with fresh snow falling on the ground. she left out the front door and within a few minuets of her leaving, her dad called looking for her. he informed us that she had a razor on her, and we knew from her suicidal history what that meant. right away we went out looking for her, joined by my friends slightly younger sister (by two years). we had to go at least as fast as her, not being able to see her in the heavy snow, relying only on her footprints to help us find her. the problem with footprints in heavy snow is that they dissapear quickly. we followed the prints to the end of the block, and there we lost them. she had crossed the street. just in the few moments i had been outside i was already getting cold. i couldent imagin how cold she must have been, i had a very heavy ski coat on. for the next hour and a half we tracked her footprints through the snow. eventually we came to a long straight path. she was far ahead of us. i remember noticing that you could see her emotions in the distance of the footprints. they became further apart and more sloppy as she grew more emotional. we came to tarpy woods. she had cut behind the new mexican style building and into the woods. it was very hard to find her prints as it was getting dark and we were in the forest. we knew where she was going though. either the bridge or the old abandoned tarpy house. we first tried the bridge. she wasnt there. my friend went further down that path as me and his sis checked the tarpy house. we met up with him outside of the house. she had gone up to it but turned back as if spooked by somthing. we knew where she was going now. the rope swing. we found her covered by a thin fleece blanket asleep from the cold in a little shed with one wall fallen down. my friend gave her his coat and woke her up. i went to get a phone. the first house i got to the good christian at the door told me to go away, he didnt want anything to do with it. i kept trying to get to a phone, and finally, i got to one. down the street a guy let me use it. her dad came and brought her home to get her warmed up. she would have been dead if she wasnt found, she already had some frostbite, and would not have lasted the night. as i walked back , on the back of all the peoples cars, i noticed the fish. all but one of them were jesus fish, the one that was not was the guy with the darwin fish. i came to know hime later and he was an atheist. this is one of the many incidents that lead me to lose faith.