A hardcore atheist becomes attracted
to Christianity, but after a while finds crucial
questions left unanswered.
By Radko
Radko,
Ex-Atheist, Czech (part 1 of 2): Atheism to
Christianity
I once knew an
atheist who claimed he'd never believed in God's
existence. In his view, believers were supposed to be
people of weak character who felt the necessity to
find a crutch for their inability and laziness, so
they attended church. He felt agitated if, when the
debating religion, he could not persuade the opponent
with his arguments. He despised believers in an
almost hysterical way. He had, however, a very good
friend who believed in God. They agreed to refrain
from discussing religion whenever together.
One day this
man, probably in a rare moment of weakness, accepted
the invitation of his friend to visit his church. To
himself, he laughed at the thought of speaking out in
the middle of mass and laughing and pointing his
finger at the believers from the pulpit. However, as
we know, God works in mysterious ways. He went to
church, stood in the back benches, and stared at the
people praying.
The mass service
started and he gave all of them a sarcastic glance.
Then the sermon began, lasting about 15 minutes.
Suddenly, in the middle of the sermon, tears welled in
his eyes. A strange feeling of joy and happiness
washed away his animosity, a feeling that engulfed his
entire body. After mass, the two friends left
together. They were silent until the moment they were
to part ways, when he asked his friend whether they
could go to church together again. They agreed to go
again the next day.
It's possible
some of you might have guessed that I was that
stubborn atheist. I had felt nothing but contempt and
hatred towards people of faith. But after that sermon
in 1989, when the priest discussed how we should not
judge others if we don't want to be judged, my life
suddenly took a dramatic turn.
I started
attending church services regularly and was thirsty
for any information on God and Jesus Christ. I took
part in meetings with Christian youngsters where we
exchanged our spiritual experiences. I felt
resurrected. Suddenly I felt the need to be in the
company of believers. I needed to make up for the
past 18 years.
I was brought up
in an atheist family, who except for having me
baptized, did not exercise any attempt to guide my
spiritual development. I remember being in sixth
grade when a comrade was sent by the Communist Party
to explain to us why God does not exist. I remember
myself absorbing his every word. In my case, I needed
no convincing. I believed everything he said. His
arrogance, contempt, and hatred towards believers
became mine. But now I had to make up for all those
years.
I met with a
priest and others who guided me in this new
direction. I was full of so many questions, to which
they responded. Later I was to realize a big mistake:
I accepted everything without contemplation or
reflection. I could say that they explained things to
me in a ‘take-it-as-is' manner, but that would not be
fair to them. It was, in fact, my mistake. I didn't
reflect upon their words, nor did I think critically.
This would cause me a lot of complications later. In
retrospect, I believe an important factor that
influenced my behavior was age. I was too young to
properly comprehend matters so serious and complicated
as faith.
I wished to
become a good Christian, and God knows I tried very
hard. Yet over time, I could not reconcile the
contradictions found in the Bible, such as the divine
nature of Prophet Jesus and the concept of inherited
sin. Priests tried to respond to my questions, but
eventually, their patience began to run thin. I was
told that such matters should be accepted on faith,
and that these questions were a waste of time and
would only serve to distance me from God. Till this
day, I recall myself quarreling with a spiritual
leader, an event that restarted my self-destructive
tendencies. Maybe I wasn't right after all. I was
young.
How I Became
Muslim
My path toward
Islam wasn't easy at all. You may think that since I
was disappointed with Christianity, I would have
immediately accepted Islam as my faith. This could
have been very simple, but all I knew about Islam at
the time were things like Muslims refer to God as
Allah, they read the Quran instead of the Bible, and
they worship somebody called Muhammad. Also, I think
I was not yet ready to accept Islam.
So I withdrew
from the church community and claimed to be a soloist
Christian. I found out, however, that even though I
didn't miss the community of believers or church, God
was ‘settled' so deep in my heart that I couldn't let
Him go. I didn't even try. Quite the opposite. I
felt happy to have God around and hoped He was on my
side.
Later I began to
engage in one stupidity after another, living a life
of luxury and lust. I did not realize that such a
road would lead me away from God and towards hell. A
friend of mine says that you need to hit rock bottom
in order to feel the ground beneath your feet. This
is exactly what happened to me. I fell really deep.
I can just imagine how Satan must have been waiting
for me with open arms, but God did not give up on me
and gave me another chance.
Radko,
Ex-Atheist, Czech (part 2 of 2): A Sewn Seed Grows
Tall and Strong
In July 2001, I
met a young man from Iraq. His name was Ibrahim. We
very quickly struck up a conversation. He told me
that he was Muslim, and I responded that I was
Christian. I was worried that my being Christian
would be a problem, but I was wrong. I was glad to be
wrong. It was interesting that I did not want to
become Muslim and he did not try to convert me.
Although I
considered Muslims an exotic group, I had been
interested to learn more about Islam. It was a good
opportunity to learn more. I realized that I had in
front of me a man who could teach me a lot about
Islam, so I mustered the courage to ask him to do just
that. That was my first meeting with Islam, indeed my
first step. After some time we parted ways, and I did
not see him again, but the seed had been sown.
I remember once
reading an interview with Mohammad Ali Silhavy (an old
Czech Muslim) and being eager to find his address and
write him a letter. Then came September 11. Because
of the political climate, I thought it might not be
an appropriate time to contact Mr. Silhavy. So I
found myself at a dead end.
About two months
later I found the courage to write a long letter to
Mr. Silhavy. After a while he replied and sent a
package including Islamic literature and leaflets. He
told me that he had informed the Islamic Foundation in
Prague about me and asked them to send me the
translation of the Qur'an. So this was my beginning.
Step by step, I learned that not only is Islam not a
militant religion, but to the contrary, it is a
religion of peace. My questions were answered.
Because of
certain circumstances, it wasn't until three years
later that I decided to visit Mr. Silhavy. He showed
a lot of patience while explaining to me different
issues, and suggested that I visit the mosque of Brno
(Czech Republic). When I went to the mosque of Brno,
I was afraid that I would be seen as a stranger, an
outsider. How surprised I was to find quite the
opposite. I met K. and L., who were the first persons
to help me. Of course, I met other brothers who
welcomed me in the warmest way possible way.
I began to delve
into all aspects of Islam, and found how
understandable and logical Islam is. I gradually
started to learn how to pray, and today I master
prayer with no problem, even in Arabic. I gave up a
bad habit of mine that was not compatible with Islam.
I was a gambler and a very good one indeed. It was a
difficult struggle with myself, but with God's help I
won that battle.
If I ever
doubted my interest in Islam or whether I could live
as a Muslim, I know now that my interest is permanent
and I consider myself one of them. Maybe it looks
very simple, but again with God's help I won this
internal struggle. I thought carefully before I
definitively decided to embrace Islam. To be honest,
throughout 2003 and the beginning of 2004, I was not
completely sure if I could manage this. Finally I
decided definitively. I am not that young man from
the early ‘90s anymore.
That's why today
I feel very happy that I am Muslim. I finally feel
free. I still have my imperfections but I am trying
to improve upon them. I believe that God will help
me. Now, listen to what I want to tell you and
consider this my obligation: I believe in my heart and
declare by word that there is no other god but God and
Muhammad is God's Messenger.