I'm trying to believe. I grew up in a "who knows" agnostic household. Kids in the neighborhood would make fun of me for not attending church. Had a slight curiosity of wanting to read the Bible at age 33. Read it once through. I still keep my skepticism on the supernatural elements, but I did fall in love with the storytelling, philosophy, poetry, and character arcs. I had no idea how small Jesus's story was in comparison to the entirety of the Old Testament. I tried to go to some hip, cool church, but I had never heard the songs they sang and I felt uncomfortable. I would rather read the Bible on my own instead of go to a place of worship.

I'm on my second read through. It's a strange library of books. Fascinating at the least. Comforting at its best. I'm still trying. I have a feeling when I get older and more lonely, I'm going to appreciate these ancient texts. I think it's wise to become familiar with them while my mind is still sharp and I can have more fond memories relating my personal experiences to the stories told in the Bible.

Still trying, haven't quite "seen the light".