In one of the first posts on 'Darkside of the Moon' I mentioned my struggle with a belief in God. I'm diffenatley from Missouri, you have to 'Show Me'.
It is said, "there are no atheist in foxholes". I will argue that statement because I have been there. A very strong atheist in a very scary foxhole. I'm sure that statement was made by a true believer.
Although I started out believing, along my path things just didn't add up in my head. If there was a God, how could he allow such horrible things to happen to good people. I still struggle with that at times when I see things I percieve to be very wrong. A child dieing with cancer, a young person with so much to offer killed in a wreck, this list just goes on.
And since they lied to me about the Easter Bunny and they lied to me about Santa Claus, I decided that they had lied to me about God and now I had the proof.
After I had gotten to this point in my life, I still envied those who were believers to some extent. Mainly because they seemed to have a peace about them that I lacked.
I will talk later about the events that caused me to open my mind to the possibilty that there was something greater than 'I'. X.