Dear Atheists,

It saddens me that I won’t see you again.

Whenever I hear someone like you who is an atheist, I get disappointed. I can’t help it. I know I don’t know you but maybe I want to. Acquaintances by definition are not friends but sometimes I wish they were. For the people that I know believe in God, I feel glad because I know I will see them again. It’s like they’re stashed away in a safe and I have the peace of mind that maybe we can grow closer when we're in paradise away from all the evil. Wouldn’t it be nice to hang out with all your comrades you met during your life? To have that family like feel with people who aren’t really family? Cause that’s exactly what its going to be like in heaven because everyone will be united in the body of Christ. Hanging out with friends at school or wherever is fun, but isn't is more fun to hang out with them at an amusement park or when you're on vacation? Well, this is what it's going to be like once you're in heaven; hanging out in a paradise that is beautiful beyond measure, in a place where everyday is 1000x better than your happiest day on earth. It just saddens me that you will be missing out on this.

I don’t expect to change your mind but please understand that I’m not just gonna sit and forever hold my peace about it. No, I’m gonna try to get through to you and do everything I can. Before, you start your argument for why I shouldn’t do this, let me ask you: wouldn’t you do the same? If you knew someone was in danger wouldn’t you try to lead them away from it? Wouldn’t you do everything you could to convince them?

Pretend that you are sitting by a swimming pool on a hot summer’s day. It’s hot, really hot. So hot that you could fry an egg on the concrete and you can practily hear the Heat Miser singing his little song. As you are sitting soaking up some rays, a strange looking truck pulls up and these weird guys jump out and start to drain the pool. They only empty the pool halfway upon which they start to fill it back up with water. Right before they leave, one of them throws a stick in the pool and it disintegrates in a matter of minutes. To your horror, you realize that it was not water that they filled the pool with, it was acid. Just as the panic feeling inside you is beginning to reach its peak, you see a bunch of kids running toward the pool. You tell them to not go in the pool because it’s dangerous. They don’t believe you. It’s a record heat wave and they want to go swimming. You plead with them to listen with you. You even tell them that there’s acid in there. The problem is that they don’t believe you because the pool looks like it always does: clear and refreshing. You're certainly not going to stand in their way with your outrageous claims. Desperation turns into despair as you realize that there’s nothing else that you can do. You know their fate if they jump into that pool; if only they believed you before it was too late.

If only you believed me when I told you that God is the only way to life. Before you left this world for an eternity of prison, torture, isolation, fear, and regret. It's only now that you understand: everyone believes in God when they die. Everyone. Why didn’t you listen? WHY DID YOU HAVE TO BE SO STUBBORN? HOW COME YOU NEVER SERIOUSLY QUESTIONED WHETHER YOUR BELIEFS WERE RIGHT? Sorry, I’m letting my anger get the best of me. But can you blame me?

Oh and yes, to answer your question: I have questioned my own belief in God. If you have questioned your beliefs, then i guess there is nothing else i can do but sit next to the pool and hope for the best.

Personally, I think you have to be really stubborn to not believe in peoples testimonies. Not everyone is off their rockers; some people have genuine experiences with God- from near death experiences to seeing angels, or just being overwhelmed with the presence of God’s love. For those who don’t believe in this “God stuff”, well I wouldn’t be so quick to brush it off.

At least consider what they're telling you, cause it's not always easy to tell people things that you know they don't want to hear.
Maybe that person was sent to cross your path for a reason.