Finding Faith
An agnostic walks into a church. No, seriously. That actually happened.
I wasn’t raised religious. I grew up in an atheist home, but even as a child I wondered whether God existed. I remember being about nine years old, standing under a tree and asking for a sign. I wanted a pinecone to fall. Later I asked the sky for a shooting star. Neither appeared on command, and I was left with my questions.
Decades later, after a very difficult chapter of my life, I found myself looking at the world differently. The land, trees, mountains, ocean, and sky felt beautiful to me in a way I didn’t want to overlook. I was curious again. I started reading Scripture, learning about Christianity, and following sermons online.
Then I actually walked into a church. By myself. I didn’t burst into flames. People welcomed me, and I didn’t have to tell them what happened to me or justify why I was there. I could simply be curious and listen. I am still exploring what I believe. That matters to me: I want this to be a journey of questions, not a performance of certainty.
Scripture I’m carrying with me
Psalm 34:5 (NIV): “Those who look to him are radiant; their faces are never covered with shame.”
This verse brings me back to the idea of radiance: looking toward hope and refusing to carry shame that doesn’t belong to me.
Isaiah 41:10 (NIV): “So do not fear, for I am with you;” The verse continues with reassurance of God’s strength and support.
I’m learning what faith, courage, and being supported can mean without pretending everything suddenly becomes easy.
Lamentations 3:22–23 (NIV) speaks of compassion and mercy renewed every morning. That possibility of a new beginning is something I want to keep noticing.
