I do believe that a Lee Strobel book would do Joe wonders. "The Case For A Creator." A great book for those who are "enlightned" to see that no matter how far we advance the intelligence of mankind, we will never grasp the awesome wonder of God.
Well, since I already suspect there is a Creator, I don't know why I would need to read it. The problem ypu
have with me is that I don't believe in YOUR idea of a Creator.
FYI, I already read Strobel's book, "The Case for Christ."
And I'm still not a believer.

I thought his arguments were weak.
BTW, Thomas, I am NOT a former Christian. Never was. I was forced to go to those churches and went
to the front of the church to accept Jesus twice due to fear and peer pressure. And I felt nothing. That
was at ages 15 and 16. I documented two experiences in another thread.
I'll share them again here:
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Or, how about the time (1980) I was in my born again church growing up and they asked if the teens
(it was teen retreat weekend) wanted to come up and accept Jesus. I had just spent the entire weekend
with these folks (I missed the Lake Placid USA/USSR game because of it!) and saw all of my new friends
going up to get "saved." Even though I didn't buy into the Jesus stuff, I still felt the pressure to follow
my peers and the mob. I don't remember anything past that. Maybe I WAS saved and I blacked it out?
Or, the time I went to pick my Mom up at this born again women's retreat. It was the last day and
they were offering salvation to anybody who wanted to come up to the front of the place where
the pastor was doing his saving thing. I really didn't want to go, but everybody else was so I figured
I would go too. Not sure if part of me was afraid of the hell tactic they were using. I don't remember.
But I do remember that they were pushing the "don't left behind" angle.
Any way, I went up and the guy was laying his hands on people and people were flopping over
and passing out and being "slain in the holy spirit." The guy got to me and put his hand on
my forehead. I lost my balance and started to fall backwards. Well, I just went with it. There were
people standing behind me in case that happened. Apparently, that's the common reaction to
the "power." They gently placed me on the ground.
So, I'm laying there and I'm waiting to see if I feel anything. After a couple of minutes, I felt
nothing. No power. No light. No holiness. So, I thought, "I don't want to get right up and tell
everybody that I just lost my balance. And I don't want to make the pastor look bad." So I
just laid there for ten minutes or so. When I finally got up, my family was so excited. My
Mom asked me how it felt. I waited until we got back home to give her the bad news.
But she refused to believe me. "You experienced the holy spirit but you refuse to admit
it!," she said.
Almost 30 years later, she laughs about it when I tell the story. I think she finally believes
me.