I was about to look for something I’d written to re-post for today, that is, until I could write some new stuff having to do with “leftovers.” That’s when I decided to go read some other blogs, first. Lo and behold, Mitch Teemley’s blog was the first to come up, and I immediately felt impressed to share it.
Please read Mitch’s story of how he came to faith in Christ. Even if you are already a believer, it will be an encouragement.
The truth that compelled me to journey from atheism to faith also had a profound impact on my spiritual mentor C. S. Lewis. Here, in three parts, is my story–written five years ago when my blog was new.
Few have brought so much baggage along on their journey of faith as I had when I got down on my knees in the dark and declared my dependence upon God in the bicentennial year 1976. I simply had no choice; the Hound of Heaven had tracked me down and cornered me in my little cinderblock study. I had no idea that nearly fifty years earlier a reticent Oxford don named C. S. Lewis, known to his friends as “Jack,” had made the same begrudging journey from atheism to deism to Christ:
“You must picture me alone in that room in Magdalen, night after night, feeling, whenever my mind lifted…
View original post 449 more words
