
QUOTES FROM ATHEISTS
Julian Barnes (Atheist novelist)
“I don’t believe in God, but I miss Him.”
— Nothing to Be Frightened OfJean-Paul Sartre
“That God does not exist, I cannot deny. That my whole being cries out for God, I cannot forget.”
— NauseaBertrand Russell
“The centre of me is always and eternally a terrible pain—a curious, wild pain—a searching for something beyond what the world contains.”
— Letter to Constance Malleson, 1916Woody Allen
“I’m not afraid of death—I just don’t want to be there when it happens.”
— Without Feathers
PERSONAL REFLECTION
Let me start with my own heart and share what I see from within. I have not been one that has dealt with severe loss of human life around me. I have seen death, and I have witnessed the suffering of others, but personally I have been blessed to have lived these 40 years, and those I love still live. You may say that I am blessed, but what I can tell you is that this creates a fear within me. Deep inside there is a voice that says, “One day you will suffer greatly in this way.”
I look around and see suffering on every side—people I have met, people I have heard of, people I don’t even know. I see the mothers of the lost children in Texas today suffering, and I cannot fathom the loss they must feel. When I even ponder the idea of my son missing in that way or my mother on her deathbed, my heart breaks within me, and even writing this now, tears form in my eyes at the thought.
We cannot deny that in our world, although proven to be unique among the stars and a true treasure of the universe, there is great suffering among the living.
I believe it drives the heart to one of two places:
Men seek meaning, or men deny meaning altogether.
Great pain drives decisions. I know of many old men who lay on their deathbeds. Their physical bodies filled with pain—pain they have felt and dealt with for many years before. I know the saying of these men as they approach what they know to be the end of life statistically. My hero (and I will leave his name from this article) once said to me, and I will never forget it: “I used to think the pain would be more than I could bear, but I think the grace of God has allowed me to get used to it.”
Another great man said to me—a man who has experienced loss that would drive a grown man to tears at the very thought of it—”I am not good enough to be accepted by God, but death is a scary thought.”
I have witnessed the frantic struggles of men without hope as they passed alone to the other side of time, and I have witnessed the peace of those who had hope. And the thing that scares me the most is to live my life without hope. The faith it would require of me to believe in nothing is beyond my ability. And because I believe there is a God, I must seek to know Him.
This leaves me in a place that I despise in my heart: the idea of religion.
I find religion to be a disheartening and fear-driven entity that drives many to a place of hopelessness once it is explored. The vastness of its ideology is more than any man can fathom. The quantity of ways one can have hope is beyond the mind’s capabilities to comprehend. I was born with a heritage, however, but not many of my friends had the luxury of the heritage I have. Some do not know or see how they were born of spiritual fathers and mothers into the world in which they have hope.
I know many who, because of the great sea of confusion that surrounds hope, have turned to hopelessness and dogmatic beliefs in the lack of evidence of a supreme being and have found themselves lost in the sea of the forgotten, claiming power over themselves as if hopelessness was and should be a place for the hopeful.
HOW CAN I FOLLOW YOU TO THIS PLACE OF HOPELESSNESS KNOWING WHAT I KNOW NOW?
I have asked this question so many times to so many atheists, and the result 100% of the time is simply laughter. They somehow believe that mocking is an answer to the question. I have found that the black and cold heart of the atheist brings me much pain, and in that pain I am forced into decision:
- Determine the atheist a fool, as the Scripture has determined already, and leave them where they stand.
- Reach for them in the darkness so that they too can see the light which was shown to me.
I war with this decision. Somehow within me, I always find myself reaching for their hearts and trying to shed light into the darkness they have been lost in.
HOPE IS FREE
I do not know the argument that would suffice for the blind man who cannot hear. I do not know the evidence to use to show him the path. I want him to feel, but pain has made the heart numb. I want him to taste, but their taste buds are overwhelmed by bitterness. Even pure logic escapes the senses of the spiritually catatonic.
I often question how one can choose the idea of nothing as a foundation for their thoughts. How can one look around and see art and beauty, children and skies, wander through the vast universe and its complexity, and lay a foundation of nothing—yet give credit to human artists when they do the things they love?
How can we deny the power of a supreme designer?
But they do.


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