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Originally Posted by Mightyboosh
I'm sorry, you must have learned your Christian belief system in a vacuum with no external influence at all, my bad. So now I'm curious, how did you (in what is a co-incidence so unlikely as to be almost as unlikely as life existing without design) arrive at a belief system fundamentally identical to that which hundreds of millions of other Christians have believed over the last 2000 years?
I've gone over this a hundred times here. We personally talked about it in the thread on the growth of Christianity and the church. The gospel message confirms itself in your heart, and you accept it, and water that seed, or you don't.
It is just a fact that it spread as it did and found a home in the hearts and souls of so many people so quickly.
It just found a home in my heart. It finds agreement with what I think a message of God should look like. I see the Christian message and I say: "That's it! This is exactly the message that a good God would deliver to mankind."
I can't explain it any other way. I had no particular reason to believe it. My mother was an agnostic and my father an atheist. My stepfather was jewish. I didn't own a bible until I was 15 years old (when I first attended church). There was no bible in our household.
But I can tell you that as a 14 or 15 year old, I was doing crude philosophical thinking, as everybody does. I thought about whether God existed or not, and about the beginning of the universe and the logical problems it presents. I even considered a very crude form of the kalam. And I was interested in science, and demanded science texts for my birthdays and such.
I'm not exactly sure what you are looking for. I was drawn to Christ by his message, and christians I knew, and prophecy, and that aforementioned agreement. It wasn't creationism that drew me. It wasn't a church. It was a friend sitting across from me in the auditorium with an open bible. And there was nothing easy about it for me. It made my life HARDER.
Try to imagine my jewish stepfather's reaction to his stepson announcing himself as a christian. My mother told me that I was brainwashed and called my church a cult. They had relatives call and speak to me. I had to literally sneak out of my house without permission in order to attend services with my friends. I was further persecuted in a home where I was already a victim of abuse. My brother had ran away from it and was awol. (I guess it is ironic that I used to think my first name was "good." I was one of two "goodfornothingpieceofsh*ts" in that household.) I can assure you that the decision at the time just served to bring more suffering into my life. So why do it? Why make things harder for myself?
You will have to ask the pagans that gave their lives to Christ in the centuries after the death of Christ. Ask Paul of Tarsus, who was stoned and scourged. Ask the Hebrew writers of the New Testament, who disseminated their literature under threat of punishment.
Certainly, there is some upside. It is knowing the truth, and that truth is Christ. You are right, in a way, that it is no coincidence that I came to believe as millions of others have-- the common denominator is the gospel. How hard is that to recognize?