Religion is just a system of beliefs. Everyone has one. Some even behave in accordance with the one they openly espouse.
The Abridged Version:
I grew up in the midst of JW's, Catholics, atheists, humanists and, hustlers. The earliest news story I can remember was of people fawning over the pope when I was six. I asked my mother, with great indignation, why people were acting that way about him because, I could tell they were acting like he was God but, I knew he could not be. The stories I had heard of God were mostly twisted JW stories. We lived not many blocks away from the watchtower. They came to our home attempting to proselytize us on several occasions and, we even sat and listened to them. To my family's dismay, I have always been my own person. I was first to voice the opinion that I did not trust them. My family was unchurched. My grandmother ran a w**re house. I spent a lot of time around hoes getting to know the ways of the world. I was always a little machine who absorbed everything. Logic has always been my friend and, it is illogical to assume that there is what is made but, no maker. I understood that as a child and, at the age of 10 argued with a 16 year old atheist about this point. Later, I met real Christians who stuck to the Bible. I had already experienced a very powerful miracle in my life, an instant answer to prayer that undid something that was undoable. I never needed that to believe in God but, it was good confirmation. Just as I knew I could trust God in that situation and knew I could not trust the JW's, I knew I could trust these people. My mother came to Christ because she got angry that I was, "spending time with those White people", more than I was with her. She told me she was going to find out, "what was going on at that church". She did. She heard the Gospel. Concomitantly, and in our previous state of residence, God moved my grandmother out of the madame business and away from her man. He didn't like it and kept coming after her. He was very healthy. One night, God just killed him. Grandma came under the Gospel too. My homosexual uncle continued in his rebellion until guilt from having received and spread AIDS knocked him down. My step-father was a dogged atheist He was hostile toward Christ for may years. God reached him too. My family has been a shining example of no shine and no good. God chooses who He will save and, in His own time. He gives everyone an opportunity to trust Him.
