God Whispers

My reasons are not really intellectual reasonings but ‘things that happened’, despite the many discussions with university students and lecturers. This post is a bit longer than usual and will perhaps appeal to a different group of readers. Recently a friend asked me why I’d become an atheist earlier in life. Using a lot of material from my earlier blog, Jeanette’s Journallings (jeanettegt.blogspot.com    MY JOURNEY INTO – AND OUT OF – ATHEISM) , I’ll answer in brief.  Someone else asked why I had moved on from atheism. (“Why did you do it?” a friend asked in wide-eyed horror, on discovering I was a Christian.) So I’ll tell you the brief outline over a short series of blog posts.  My sister and I (two teeth missing) at the beach During my childhood years, I had no doubt at all. God was there. We were not Christians except on a social level, but I said my prayers obediently every night – ‘now I lay me …’.  God shone through the sunlit flowering peach

 #Christmas #peace The house rustles and glistens with Christmas wrappings, pretty cards and our lovely wreath. Cards fill the lounge shelves with the good news that the Saviour is born. Carols resound through the house calling all God’s people to come and worship Him. It’s Christmas. A card on my dressing table says ‘PEACE JOY HOPE’ and others say ‘peace’. I gaze at the pretty card on my antique dressing table. Peace . . . My mind flicks back to 1971, June, a small bookmark poked into the frame of an old spotted mirror. ‘ You will keep in perfect peace, him whose mind is fixed on You, because he trusts in You’    Isaiah 26: 3 , it says. Peace. One of the gifts that Jesus promised us.  And how I needed it back then. Every day as I prepared for teaching, I battled anxiety at the thought of the unruly boys I’d face that day. Boys who were at school only because they were too young to leave, legally. Boys who broke the law and boasted about it. My st