“I don’t believe in God”

Jonathan Steingard, a member of the Christian rock band Hawk Nelson, no longer believes in God. He came public with this declaration on Instagram, which you can read in totality here, and in pure social media fashion, this spurred many to come forth publicly with the same belief.

I just want to say that I am no Theologian by any means. I am not a professional pastor, or even an accredited teacher of the Word. I’m just a girl who has chosen to say “yes” to God’s call, dedicating my entire life to the progression of His heavenly agenda on Earth, and an ardent and fervent lover of Jesus Christ. 

But with that said, Mr. Steingard’s post stirred within me the need to examine my own belief in God.

I want to start off with my remarkable body. My heart pumps 6 quarts of blood three times per minute; my skin is the ultimate touch screen with each square inch possessing four yards of nerve fibers, 600 pain sensors, 1300 nerve cells, 9000 nerve endings, 36 heat sensors, 75 pressure sensors, 100 sweat glands, 3 million cells, and 3 yards of blood vessel. My fingerprint is specifically mine and will never be duplicated; my liver could be 2/3 removed and grow back to its original size within 4 weeks, and involuntarily, my lungs expand and contract to keep me alive. The detail, the sheer complexity interwoven to make every part work interdependently, even when faced with times of excruciating physical distress that even science deemed unnatural to bear, it’s all too grand for a mere biomedical engineer to phantom nor could it ever fall together in cosmic happenstance. Clearly, God has to be involved. 

The handful of near-death experiences that I narrowly escaped prove that God had to be involved.

The academic and professional opportunities that have come my way in the manner that they did in spite of my own shortcomings, points to God. 

The fact that I even survived university and graduate school is a miracle in itself – thank you God!

The survival of manic-depressive bouts that almost claimed my fervor for life depicts the great hand of God upon my life.

The witness of close family and friends who have come out of severe trials and tribulations and triumphantly defeated all odds of becoming parents, graduates, surgeons, athletes, fathers without earthly fathers themselves, and invaluable functioning citizens of society, is a testament to an Almighty God.

I come from a fatherless household, but I can testify that the negative affects of it have been smothered as my Heavenly Father stepped in and provided for me in ways my earthly father would have never done. It is God, and His grace, that raised me. 

Granted, I don’t know why bad things happen. I don’t know why floods, earthquakes, and the death of innocent people occur. I’ll have to ask God the minute I come face to face with him. But His existence is simply not a debate to me because no matter what the circumstance, no matter the argumentative constructs fashioned to assault my intellect, no matter what shade of red and blue that flushes your face as you try to convince me otherwise, the resumé of God in my life is a very clear and strong foundation for me to not only believe in Him, but to believe that truly, He is such a good God. That is why my ardent prayer for you is to not only know God, but to experience Him, in ways that no one else has ever experienced Him. Like a good mother who can stand up for her son against school authorities that question his true character, I can stand up for the G-man and place my life on the notion that He indeed is real! 

Now, I want to play angel’s advocate and present the doubters with a new set of questions: what if God is actually real? What if all that He says in his Word turns out to be true? What happens when your soul is no longer in your earthly body, and you are faced to account for yourself and your actions before the King of Kings and Lord of Lords? What then??

So yes, I believe in God. 

I also believe in Satan. Contrary to the notion that he is a fictitious character only to be unleashed during the wee hours of Halloween, Satan is indeed a real spirit that roams about like a roaring lion on this earth, looking for whoever he can to devour. I believe his mission is to steal, kill, and destroy the bearers of God’s image, which is us, and all that concerns us. We are in a spiritual battle people! The sooner we wake up to this reality, the better off we will be. Whether you come to terms with it or not, whether you believe it or not, we are in a full blown out war. The unfortunate thing is that it’s all spiritual, not physical, so because we don’t naturally “see” it, many resort to spiritual apathy, and what seems to be ignorant bliss. And that’s a major weapon of the enemy. What better battle tactic is there than to make your opponent believe that they are not actually in warfare? Better yet, they possess real power to defeat the enemy, which is God Himself, but if you have convinced them they are not in a battle, they will not deploy their weapons? If Satan can make you ardently believe that God doesn’t exist, he would have won the battle. If he can cut you off from your source of empowerment, God, and replace your worth and remind you repeatedly of your unworthiness, slavery to a demonic master is inevitable. 

That is why this blog was born, because no matter what is heard or read out there, you can count on this medium to remind you of who you are in Christ; remind you that in the kingdom of God, you are a King, you are a Queen, and dominion of this Earth, until Jesus comes back, is your right and mission.

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2 Comments

  1. Carol LaFo
    July 5, 2020 / 2:25 pm

    Very well said! I believe in the Lord God Almighty!

  2. Adeola
    September 27, 2020 / 2:35 pm

    Experiencing God reveals Him, no arguments

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