After thirty years of atheism, belief in God came soon after I realized that the love I felt for my wife and children wasn’t sufficiently explained by evolutionary pressures, a burst of oxytocin in my brain, or any other naturalistic account. There was something supernatural about this love that simply didn’t fit within a materialistic worldview. That realization opened me to belief. But it isn’t why I believe in God. I believe in God because I became convinced by the arguments. I read William Lane Craig, C. S. Lewis, Aquinas, G. K. Chesterton, and others, and realized that the versions of their arguments I’d encountered through Dawkins and others were sad little straw men that never addressed the sophistication of what these thinkers actually argued. It was the most extraordinary experience of the scales falling from my eyes that I’ve ever had. I had made an idol of atheism and discovered it to be as false as the golden calf in the desert. So when I consider the atheist position now, and when I encounter atheists, I know where they’re coming from. I know how they feel and what they think. I know they can be good people even when they disagree with me. But I also know there are basically two things keeping them from seeing the light of God: a hardened heart or a lack of understanding. I don’t mean this patronizingly, and I don’t yet know how to help someone overcome either. In my own case, that opening came purely as a gift of God’s grace. The only thing I can say to those who don’t believe is that He is there if you seek Him. He is there in the love you have for your children. He is there in the kindness you feel toward strangers. He is there in your ability to make sense of the world. He is there in the logical consistency of mathematics. He is everywhere for those with eyes to see.